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MY POOR DICK. 


CHAPTER L 

LOVERS YOUKG DREAM. 

Love is ever busy with his shuttle, 

Is ever weaving into life’s dull warp 
Bright, gorgeous flowers and scenes Arcadian; 
Hanging our gloomy prison-house about 
With tapestries, that make its walls dilate 
In never-ending vistas of delight. 

The Spanish Student. 

It was in the evening of a lovely day in June, while the 
month was yet young, that a tall young man, in the uni- 
form of the Cuirassiers, walked quickly through Trafalgar 
Square, across the Strand and down Villiers Street on to 
the Embankment. He was a somewhat remarkable-look- 
ing young man, although his uniform was only that of a 
private. He was well over the average height, very well 
made and well set-up, and walked with a dash and a shade 
of a swagger, such as told the ordinary observer that he 
was not on the worst of terms with himself. 

He slackened his pace a little after he got on to the Em- 
bankment, which was almost deserted. But presently a 
slim little figure in a fiuttering light gown appeared out of 
the gathering gloom, from the direction of the city, and 
Private Richard Trevor went on quickly again. 

“ Oh, Dick! am I late?^^ exclaimed the girl, breath- 
lessly. 

Not a bit of it, my sweetheart,^ ^ answered the soldier. 


6 


MY POOR DICK. 


promptly, then, 'w^ith equal promptness, took advantage of 
a tree and the deserted state of the Embankmenjt to put 
his arm about her, and kiss the pretty, tremulous lips half 
a dozen times. 

Darling— my darling he cried. 

She was undoubtedly very pretty. Soft-eyed and deli- 
cately tinted, with a slender and graceful figure, and neat 
little feet, which peeped out now and then from under her 
light gown. It was but a poor sort of gown, of some light 
cotton stuff, but it was neatly made and perfectly clean, 
and the small white hat which shaded her soft dark eyes 
was pretty and modest looking. 

“ Oh, Dick,^^ she cried, “ if any one was to see us,^^ but 
all the same, she slipped her hand under his arm, and held 
it very tightly, as they turned and strolled along together. 

Dick laughed. 

“ And if they did, what then? They^d see a fellow kiss- 
ing his sweetheart, and not ashamed of it ^either. Why 
shouldn't I kiss you, Nell? Surely a chap may kiss his 
own wife — df not, who may he kiss, Dd like to know?^^ 

“ But l^m not your wife yet, Dick,^^ Nell objected, de- 
murely, holding the arm yet more tightly. 

“ But you soon will be,’-^ he retorted, confidently. 

A bright flush crept up over her pretty face, and a radi- 
ant light flooded into her soft eyes. 

“ Oh, Dick!^^ she cried, ‘‘ have you got it?” 

Dick looked rather rueful. 

‘‘ Well, I haven^t,” he said, shaking his head, ‘‘ but—'” 

“ Oh, Dick!” in deep diappointment. 

£ Dick squared his shoulders, and threw back his hand- 
some head. 

“ Nell,^^ he said, in a very soft voice, after all, why 
need it make any difference to us? Of course, it^s better 
to be on the strength — there^s no denying it. But I can't 
manage it — ^there's so many fellows on the list before me, 
and I've no particular interest to back me up. So why 


MY POOR DICK. 7 

shouldn^fc you and 1 just get married without it, Nell? Wc 
sha’n’t starve, that^s certain. 

“ But when the regiment goes to India?^'’ Nell faltered. 

“We shall do somehow or other, he answered, per- 
suasively. “ May be I might get left with the depot for a 
year, or you could go out as maid to one of the ladies — 
there's plenty would be willing, ay and glad, to pay your 
passage for the sake of help on the voyage for themselves 
or their children. Any way, let's run the risk of that, my 
sweetheart, and if the very worst was to come to the very 
worst, why, I should be easier if 1 had to leave my wife be- 
hind than my sweetheart. " 

“ It's a risk," she murmured, hesitatingly. 

“ A risk, my darling — of course it's a risk, but then 
everything that's worth having is a risk," he declared. 
“ And, after all, it's worth risking, isn't it?" he asked, 
squeezing the little hand upon his arm. 

“ Yes, 'it is; but — " 

“ And you don't mind leaving England and going to 
India /or me, do you, Nell?" he demanded. 

“ No, it isn't that," she admitted. 

“ It isn't as if you had anything to give up here, you 
know," he urged. 

“No, neither father, mother, brother nor sister," she 
answered; “ and no home except with old granny, who's 
eighty, and isn't my granny at all. No, I've naught to 
give up, Dick, naught at all. It isn't that; only, it does 
seem a bit imprudent to marry on nothing, nothing at all. 
For you know you wouldn't like me to go on at the Coli- 
seum; and, after all, it's only twelve shillings a week 1 get 
there, and I'm never likely to get any more." 

“ Oh, chuck the Coliseum and come along with me, my 
girl!" Dick Trevor cried, gayly. “ If only we can manage 
to get you out to India, we shall live like fighting-cocks 
out there on Indian pay. Why, if the worst came to the 
worst, I'd just up and ask my capt'n to lend it to me, and 


8 


MY POOR DICK. 


I’d dock it off my pay every month until it was paid off. 
Never fear but we shall rub along somehow; why, we never 
stuck fast while we’ve been apart, and we’re not likely to 
stick fast when we’re together. And besides, ten to one 1 
get my step before ever we sail.” 

The girl sighed, a long-drawn sigh which told all too 
plainly that the prospect of taking such a step was charm- 
ing to her, but she did not speak, and Dick Trevor ram- 
bled gayly on. 

“ And only think what a good time we shall have to- 
gether, Nell. Ah! it’s jolly good fun going about with a 
regiment, I can tell you; and there’s plenty of real good 
souls among the married women, who would be only too 
glad to give you a hand whenever you wanted one — and — 
and you’d always have me, you know, Nell, ” he wound up 
softly. 

By this time the evening gloom had deepened, and Dick 
drew his sweetheart down upon a seat, and there they sat, 
and forgot all except the delicious pleasure of love’s young 
dream. The little stars shone out one by one in the 
quickly deepening blue of the sky above them. The leaves 
of the trees rustled over their heads, and the roar of the 
busy streets rolled behind them, while the shining river 
ran swiftly and silently at their feet. A night in J une of 
the year; a night in heaven of those two lives! 

So it was arranged between them that they should marry 
without leave or being put on the strength of the regiment 
to which Dick belonged, and that they should take their 
chance of Fate turning up trumps or doing exactly the 
reverse. Had they not youth and strength before them? 
Dick had only obtained a pass for the night, so that after 
they had sat for a long time on the seat under the trees, 
and taken one or two turns to and fro on the Embank- 
ment, it was almost time for him to take her home. 

It was half past eleven when they found themselves in 
the Strand again, but that lively thoroughfare was in full 


MY POOK DICK. 


9 


swing, and they had no difficulty in finding a shop in 
whicli they could get some modest refreshment of coffee 
and wholesome sandwiches. And when they had done 
j ustice to these, Dick took his sweetheart home to the attic 
which she shared with the old woman whom she called 
granny, not because she was that or any other relation to 
her, but because she had made her home with her for 
several years past. 

‘‘And I'll write to-morrow," Dick said, at parting, 
“ and tell you exactly what to do. And then we'll never 
be parted any more." 

Nell clung to him in a sudden agony of apprehension. 

“ Who knows, Dick, perhaps we may?" she cried. 

“ Well, that's true. But, if we are husband and wife," 
he answered, bravely, “ it'll only be for a little bit, you 
know. We can always manage to get together again, some- 
how. Only when one's not married to a girl, one's never 
sure there isn't some other fellow coming after her, and 
one's never sure either that she mayn't go taking up with 
him, and clean forgetting all about him as was once every- 
thing to her. Don't you see the difference, my sweet- 
heart?" he wound up. 

Nell apparently did see the difference, for just three 
weeks later than this Private Richard Trevor came up 
from Colchester, with seven days' leave before him, and 
the morning following his arrival in town he and Helen 
Fielding went to the church of St. Clement Danes, and 
were made one. The irrevocable step was taken — they 
had run the risk, and, the plunge once made, Nell — Nell 
Fielding no longer, but Mrs. Richard Trevor — cast dull 
care to the four winds of heaven, and set herself, with a 
fresh, breezy, happy enjoyment, such as made handsome 
Dick more hopelessly in love with her than ever he had 
been, to have a real good time before they went down to 
Colchester to face the stern reah'ties of life together. 

For a private soldier in a marching regiment under 


10 


MY POOR DICK. 


orders to sail for India at the end of the year, their honey- 
moon was perhaps a piece of the most reckless extrava- 
gance, and yet it was very modest in reality. 

Dick had about eleven pounds put by, and Nell had 
been able to buy a pretty gray cashmere gown, in which to 
be married, and a neat little bonnet to match it; and, be- 
sides this, she had nearly three pounds to the good, not a 
small amount, mind you, to be saved out of a treasury of 
twelve shillings a week, earned in the second row of the 
ballet at the Coliseum Theater. And what a good time 
they had, to be sure, a time to be remembered all their 
after lives, as one of pure and unalloyed pleasure. They 
wanted for nothing, for they put up at a modest coffee- 
house, where they could eat a breakfast at a reasonable 
price, ere they went off for their day’s enjoyment. 

One day they went up the river by steamer and explored 
Richmond and Kew, coming back in the cool of the even- 
ing, almost too tired to go to see “ After Dark ” at the 
Princess, for which a friend had given Nell passes for the 
pit. On the next they strolled leisurely down the Strand, 
and along Piccadilly to the park, where they enjoyed two 
pennyworth of iron chairs with the grandest in the land, 
and envied nobody as they watched the tide of rank and 
fashion ebbing and flowing in front of them. 

We had breakfast rather late,” Nell said to Tier hus- 
band, when the last of the smart people had disappeared 
out of the park. 

‘‘Well, we had rather,” Dick admitted, stretching out 
his long legs, and thinking how jolly it was to have noth- 
ing to do for six whole days but get married and sit on 
penny chairs in the park, like a lord or a lady of fashion. 

“ We’ve got those tickets for the upper boxes of the 
Coliseum to-night, you know, Dick,” Nell went on, “ and 
as they’re numbered, we needn’t be there a minute before 
it begins. So if you aren-’t vwy hungry, need we bother 
about dinner at all? Couldn’t we stop out here, and 


MY POOR DICK. 


11 


watch all the people when they come in again? There’s 
naught I like so well, and I haven’t often come, because 
I’d nobody I ever cared to come with. ” 

“ But we can’t go all day without something to eat, my 
bird,” Dick objected, with a laugh in his eyes, and a smile 
on his lips. 

We could have a good meat tea,” urged the girl, wist- 
fully, for she did want so badly to stay there under the 
trees that lovely summer’s day. 

“Nay, my bird, it’s your honey- moon this week,” Dick 
answered, tenderly. “ I’m not going to hunger you. 
We’ll stroll out into the street by the gate there,” point- 
ing to Albert Gate, “ and get something to eat in one of 
those little shops across the road; and then we will come 
back, and you shall sit here as long as ever you like. ” 

Ah me! how bright and happy those days were! They 
seemed to run ^away so quickly, and yet they were full, 
even to overflowing, with simple pleasures and gratifica- 
tions, which afterward made them seem the very longest 
days that husband and wife had ever lived. 


CHAPTER II. 

THE PARTING OF THE WAYS. 

Whatever road man chooses, Fate 
• Still holds him subject to her breath. 

Spun of all silks, our days and nights 
Have sorrows woven with delights; 

And of this intermingled shade. 

Our various destiny appears, 

Even as one sees the course of years 
Of summefs and of winters made. 

To Cardinal Richelieu— from Malherbe: 

At the end of the seven days Dick Trevor and Nell went 
back to Colchester together, and took up the budren of 
serious life. But they found it great fun; it was no hard- 
ship to either of them living in one little room in a part of 


12 


MY POOR DICK. 


the town at which one might reasonably expect a dashing 
soldier or a young lady in the ballet to sniff scornfully. 
But Dick had been two years living in a barrack-room; and 
during the seven years before he ^listed, he had been ap- 
prenticed to a blacksmith, who had used him brutally, un- 
til he grew bigger and stronger than himself, and as soon 
as he was free he had gone for a soldier, and never re- 
pented thereof from that day to the one on which this story 
opens. To him it was delightful to exchange the noise and 
publicity of a troop-room for what seemed to him a bower 
shared with her whom he . loved more than all the rest of 
the world put together. 

And Nell? AVell, one reads of ballet girls who find life 
a merry enough time; who drive about in luxurious 
broughams, and live in gilded maisonettes (often enough 
scarcely in the diminutive); who have diamonds at will, 
and adorers by the dozen; but Nell had not been one of 
these, although perhaps only those who know what the 
training of a ballet girl in real life is will be inclined to be- 
lieve it. There had been neither glamour nor romance 
about her life, until Dick Trevor, then quartered at 
Hounslow, had seen her one night at the Coliseum, and 
had got an acquaintance among the scene-shifters to effect 
an introduction. For years she had worked early and late, 
leading the quiet steady respectable life which, believe it or 
not as you will, is the life of the average ballet girl; and 
she had made her home in a single room, neither so large 
nor so airy as the one to which Dick took her in Colchester, 
and instead of the fine, spruce young soldier whom she had 
there, her companion had been an old woman of past 
eighty, who had thought no more of throwing a plate at 
her head when the fancy took her to do so, than she did of 
getting drunk every Saturday night that ever came round. 
So it is credible enough that these two, this bride and 
groom, were as happy in their little domicile as two turtle- 
doves, happier indeed, for turtle-doves are quarrelsome 


MY POOR DICK. 


13 


persons on the whole, and enjoy an entirely undeserved 
reputation for equability of temper and sweetness of dispo- 
sition. There was not any great display of furniture, but 
they did not care for that — a neat square of carpet, a cozy 
old sofa, a table, and three more or less comfortable 
chairs, a plain iron bedstead, and a little corner wash- 
stand was all that there was in the room; but it was 
enough. Nell very soon, with your true Londoner's love 
of a bit of green, had a couple of pots of musk flowering in 
the sunny window-sill, and a little gray kitten, which she 
and Dick had rescued one evening from the cruel hands of 
a group of rough boys, shared with them the warmth of 
the sunshine, and tried to catch the flies upon the window- 
panes. 

It was a happy time, and whenever Nell looked round 
with a satisfied little sigh and said, as she often did, that 
wherever they were, and whatever they might come to be 
(meaning, poor girl, when her Dick had successfully 
climbed the various steps in the ranks, and was entitled to 
wear the gold lace of an oificer), they really could never be 
happier than they were then, in that their first home, Dick 
always made reply that it was the first home he had ever 
known since his own father had died, fifteen years before, 
and his mother had married again almost immediately, 
when his step-father had promptly pushed him out into the 
wide world, as he said, to earn his own living, and make a 
man of him; and almost as invariably he wound up, “ Ay, 
but I shall be able to give you a different home to this 
when we get out yonder, my bird. No need ever to soil 
yoim fingers there. 

The same reply always rose to NelTs lips. “ But sup- 
posing they were not able to manage the passage out,^^ but 
after suggesting it once or twice, she always bit the words 
off short, because Dick said they hurt him so, he could not 
bear even to think of the possibility of their being parted 
even for a day. 


14 


3kIY fOOR DICK. 


Yet the days went on and still the passage was not 
secured. The soft summer days grew shorter and slipped 
into autumn, and autumn grew colder and colder, and 
gave place to winter; but, though their money was gradu- 
ally dwindling away, there seemed no prospect of arrang- 
ing it. One after another Dick^s chances of doing so 
seemed to slip out of his grasp. The officer commanding 
his troop sent in his papers and left the service, and Dick 
had not the courage to ask him to lend him the money 
which would be needed to get his wife a passage to India. 
He applied to one lady after another who was going out, 
but each one preferred to have such help as she required 
from one of the women on the strength, rather than paying 
the entire passage of Trevor’s wife. He tried hard to bor- 
row the money, but nobody was at all inclined to lend it to 
him on the slender security of a mere promise, and, at last, 
the very mention of the parting to come (for both of them 
had begun to realize that there must be a parting), was 
enough to throw him into such a fever of passionate misery 
and regret that Nell was positively afraid to tell him what 
was the truth, that during these few past weeks she had 
become conscious that there was another life to be thought 
of besides hers and his. 

‘‘It is hard — it is hard!” he cried one night, when not 
many more days were left to them. “ I wish now I’d left 
you as you was. I’d no right to marry you when I hadn’t 
got put on the strength, and this is sent to punish me for 
doing it!” 

“Nay, don’t say that, Dick,” she urged, “ don’t, don’t, 
my dear. / don’t wish anything of the sort. It’ll only 
be for a bit, you know. You’ll have to save, and save, 
and save all that ever you can. And I shall go back to 
granny, and we shaU soon have enough, never fear; and, 
who knows, I may hear of a lady wanting a maid or a 
nurse to go out with her, and I may come out by the very 
next ship — there’s no telling;” but, in spite of her brave 


MY POOR DICK. 


15 


words, Nell Trevor kaew only too well that neither the 
next steamer, nor the next, nor the next after that, would 
carry her to join her husband in the gorgeous East. 

“ I canT think what you’ll do when I’m gone!” Dick 
cried in desjmir. 

“ Pretty much the same as I did before I ever saw you 
at all,” Nell answered, smoothing his hand between both 
of hers. 

“ Not in the ballet!’’ he cried, in horror, a vision of 
smart young mashers in the stalls, and fascinating troopers 
in the pit, rising up before him instantly. 

• ‘‘ Oh, no! I shouldn’t think of going back into the bal- 

let,” she answered, smiling to think how safe she was 
from the temptation of doing so. 

But you must live!” he exclaimed. 

“ Oh, I shall live, never fear,” she answered, soothingly. 
“ I know the lines pretty well round about the theaters, 
and there’s always places to be picked up as dressers or 
wardrobe women, and so on. It isn’t as if I’d ever been 
in trouble when I was on at the Coliseum — I never was 
late nor nothing.” 

And this gradually came to be accepted as NelPs future 
plan of action. She was to go back to the old woman she 
called granny, and find some place about the Coliseum; 
and Dick was to save, and save, and save, until between 
them they had scraped enough together to pay for her pas- 
sage to India. It was a dreary prospect; but you know 
when Pandora’s box was opened, Hope remained at the 
bottom, and, in their case, Hope was left to them still. 

It was a very tender little plant, it is true, with but two 
weakly and delicate leaves — a capricious plant, for as they 
talked about its prospect of life, it sometimes grew and 
grew like Jonah’s gourd, or seemed to shrink and wither 
until it was hard to realize that it had still any life at all* 
But in spite of chills and frosts, the little tender flower of 
Hope was kept alive, and when Dick was the most de- 


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MY POOR DICK. 


spondent, Nell was always ready with her brave assurance 
that it would only be for a little time that they would be 
parted, and that she surely would be able to find some 
hind lady about to make the voyage to India, who would 
be glad of her services in return for her passage. She 
knew, none better, that she had but small chance of light- 
ing on such a piece of luck, for though she was bonny to 
look at, had pleasant, modest manners, and a low, sweet 
voice, she could yet do but few of those things which would 
be absolute necessities in a traveling-maid. She had never 
dressed hair on any head except her own; she was no 
needle-woman, though she could knock up a bit of cheap 
lace and a bunch of roses into a natty little bonnet, which 
made half the men who met her think they would like to 
have a second look at her, and at least a quarter of them 
want to find out who she was, and where she lived, and 
where she was going; she had never done anything for a 
baby or a little child in all her life, and had not the smallest 
notion how to set about washing and dressing the one, or 
how to amuse the other. More than once she had watched 
a friend struggling over the process of making a very young 
infantas toilet, and how she had pitied the friend. And, 
worst of all, she knew that if any lady were to ask was she 
a good sailor, she could not possibly say “ Yes.-’^ And yet, 
in spite of all this terrible knowledge which lay hidden in 
her heart, Nell Trevor kept that little tender flower alive; 
ay, and contrived somehow to make her Dick think that 
the sheen upon its leaves w^as a blossom! Alas! poor girl, 
it was not so; it was no pretty bloom, but something much 
nearer to a dew-drop! Women are wonderful creatures — 
wonderful ! 

There was no such heroism about Dick. In season and 
out of season he railed at fate, and, as it were, dashed his 
head against the wall of his destiny. It was so hard that 
lie had not been born a lord, or at least a sergeant-major, 
that his Nell might be recognized *as something without 


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which he could not live. If he had only been ten years 
older, there would have been a chance for her; but he was 
nothing but a young fool with no more than two years^ 
service and — Well, more than once he caught himself 
wishing out loud that he and Nell were both quietly dead 
and out of the road together, where never the pain of 
parting could come to trouble them again forever. 

But there was no use in repining. I heard the other day 
of a man whose doctor told him that he had an incurable 
cancer. 

“ Doctor,^^ said he, “ how long shall I live.^ Tell me 
the plain truth. 

“ Nine months,^’ said the doctor — ‘‘ possibly a year.^' 

‘‘ Very well,^^ said the sick man, “ then I’ll have roast 
pheasant and champagne every day for my dinner. ” 

He was a wiser man than my poor Dick; but perhaps he 
was not married — 1 do not know. But I do know that he 
lived for nearly a year, and had a right royal time, in spite 
of the fell disease which had such a tight hold and deadly 
grip of him; and I know too that my poor Dick wasted 
many a one of those last few precious hours in railing and 
raving at his irrevocable fate — my poor Dick, my poor 
Dick! And then that last sad morning came, when the 
gay and gallant regiment, the Cuirassiers, went marching 
out of Colchester Barracks, in the* gray of the winter’s 
dawn, to the tune of The Girl I left behind Me.” Nay, 
what am I saying? It was nothing so lively, nothing so 
cheery, for the sad strains of “ Auld Lang Syne ” floated 
over the quaint old town with the snow-wreaths that 
drifted, drifted, drifted, like winding-sheets for the graves 
of more than one broken love-story. 

“ Cheer up, old chap, never say die!” cried a great 
hulking dragoon in the corner of Dick’s carriage, as the 
train moved off. “ It ain’t all beer and skittles ’aving yer 
wife on the strength, I can tell yer. ” 

“ Let the poor chap alone,” growled his neighbor, hav- 


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ing compassion on poor Dick^s wild eyes and heaving 
chest; “ his wife ain^t like yours — it donH need ^alf a eye 
to see that. 

“ My God, no,^^ muttered Dick, under his breath; but 
he had no heart to say a single word aloud; liis head sunk 
lower and lower upon his breast, until his Indian helmet 
hid his face from the sight of all except the man upon his 
right hand, who did not look at him : and thus he passed 
the first hour of his life — without Nell. 


CHAPTER III. 

THE BURDEN' OF LONELINESS. 

Be of good cheer! for if we love one another, 

Nothing in truth can harm us. 

Evangeline. 

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining, 

Behind the clouds the sun is still shining; 

Thy fate is the common fateDf all, 

Into each life some rain must fall. 

Some days must be dull and dreary, 

TJie Rainy Day. 

After the train which took the Royal Regiment of 
Cuirassiers on the first stage of the way to the shining East 
had glided out of Colchester Station, Nell Trevor went 
back alone to the little room in which most of her short 
married life had been passed, and where she had been so 
happy. 

A strange sense of desolation and loneliness took posses- 
sion of her, as she shut the door and looked arouiid; the 
room seemed empty! 

So it was! Empty of what had made it home to her, a 
paradise of contentment and love! Indeed, until that mo- 
ment, she had never realized that Dick was really gone — 
that she must take up the burden of loneliness which 


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would be bers until they should meet agaki, and face her 
new life with the best heart she could. 

There was still some glow left in the small fire which 
she had left burning when she went out to see the last of 
Dick, and Nell threw her coat off, and thrust some bits of 
wood into the fire, and put a few knobs of coal on the top 
of it. And then she sat down upon the hearth, where she 
had sat so often at his feet, to think! Poor girl, to think 
that her Dick was gone — that the pathways of their lives 
had parted, parted widely now, and God alone knew when 
they would come together again! 

She did not sob or cry, her chest was not heaving as poor 
Dick’s was doing at that moment, but she sat quite still 
and stared with dry, vacant eyes into the fire, feeling 
numbed and cold, as if her heart was dead. Poor Nell! 

There were still three days left ere her tenancy of the 
rooms would be at an end, but Nell had intended to go to 
London that very day. However, when ^e had sat for 
nearly an hour on the hearth, she suddenly resolved to re- 
main in Colchester for three days longer. 

‘ ‘ It will cost no more, nor indeed as much, to live here 
as there,” she said to herself, “ and I shall get a bit used 
to being alone, to being without Dick, before I go back to 
the old life again. ” 

In all the girl’s after-life, although she had just parted 
from her Dick, those were three most precious days to her. 
And when they were at an end, she called in a broker and 
sold to him the few articles of furniture which had made 
their home; and then, with her modest box containing her 
few clothes and such of her household gods as she could 
carry with her in that way, and with the gray kitten in a 
basket upon her arm, Nell Trevor ‘turned her back upon 
the quaint old town, and upon the fresh young romance of 
her life. 

Well, when she found herself in London again, the thick 
gloom of a winter’s afternoon was just settling down over 


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the town, a dreary drizzle was falling and the pavements, 
both in roads and foot- ways, were as slippery as if they had 
been spread with oil. Nell shuddered as the cab turned 
the corner of the familiar street — for it was all just the 
same as it had been a year ago, and the very sameness 
made her feel and realize how difiFerent she herself was. 

To say that old granny was glad to see her, would be in 
no way to convey any proper idea of her reception. The 
old woman was just having a meal of tea, bread and but- 
ter, and creases, and as Nell opened the door, she 
looked up, and fixed her bleary eyes upon her, as if she 
were not quite sure of her identity. 

“ Granny, said Nell, stifling a sigh, “ donT you know 

mer^ 

“ Why, my gal, it^s never yourself the old woman ex- 
claimed. “ And where's your man?" 

“ ITl tell you all about him presently," Nell answered. 
“ I suppose you can take me in?" 

“Why, yes-" 

But Nell did not wait to hear the rest, but turned back, 
and went down to ask the cabman to bring her box upstairs 
for her. 

The cabman, like all drivers of four-wheelers, objected 
to leaving his horse standing— said he had been in trouble 
once for helping a young lady with her box, and he didn't 
want no more o' that. So Nell chartered a young gentle- 
man of nondescript appearance, for a consideration — three- 
pence, if you are anxious to know the exact sum — to carry 
her belongings up to old granny's light and airy apart- 
ment. 

The old lady had not moved from the table, but she had 
brought her meal to an end, and, as she leaned back in 
her chair, she looked up at Nell curiously. 

“ Where is he then?" she asked. 

Nell's lips quivered. 


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“ The regiment went off to India on Thursday, granny, 
she said, in a trembling voice. 

“ To India!^^ echoed the old woman; “ what — without 
you?"’ 

‘‘Yes, granny,” answered Nell, meekly. 

“ What a pity you ever went and got married to him,” 
remarked granny, speaking out exactly what was in her 
mind, “because, now he’s orf to India, why, you might 
ha’ picked up a nice likely young feller any day.” 

“ Granny!” cried poor Nell, indignantly. 

“ Oh, you might ha’ had your bit o’ fun first,” said the 
old woman, philosophically. 

Nell’s eyes filled with tears. She thought of her poor 
Dick’s wild words, his sad eyes, and his heaving chest, his 
last passionate, miserable farewell. For a moment she strug- 
gled to reply — to say something as hot and passionate as 
she was at that moment; then she remembered that granny 
was very old, so old that probably she had forgotten her 
own young days, when she had loved and been loved again. 

And then she looked at the old woman in wonder. Had 
granny ever been young? had she ever loved or been loved 
again? Possibly — possibly; but Nell felt that it must have 
been so long, long ago that granny had no remembrance 
of it whatever. 

“ Well, it’s done, and what’s done can’t be undone, you 
know, granny,” she said, meekly. “ I’m hoping to be 
going out to India to join Dick before long. We hadn’t 
quite money enough to pay for the passage, or else, of 
course, I should have gone with them. ” 

“Ah!” muttered the old woman, in a comprehensive 
tone, as if she understood more^ than NeU actually said. 
“ Well, all I can say is, it seems a pity to me; but 1 sup- 
pose you know your own know best. Any way, ’ere’s a 
’ome for you as long as you like to keepdt. I’ve tried 
others,” granny went on, “ but somehow we never seemed 
to hit it like. I’d a gal for a bit as was dresser to Mrs. 


MY POOR DIOR. 


Arlington, but she sauced me so orful the first time 1 was 
took bad with spasims after she come, that I cleared ^er 
out next morning, and right glad 1 was to be quit of her/’ 
Nell smiled, in spite of her misery, at old granny’s de- 
scription. She too had seen granny ‘ ‘ took bad with the 
spasims ” — spasims out of a bottle. 

“ And then 1 took in another gal, who perfessed to want 
a quiet, comfortable ’ome. But 1 had to get rid of ’er 
too; she wasn’t pertic’lar enough what time she come in of 
a night, or whether she ever come in at all. Twice she 
got ’erseK locked up, so I cleared ’er out too. And after 
that I thought I’d try being by myself a bit; so there’s 
your bed, and you’re welcome to stop in it as long as it 
suits you.” 

Thank you, granny,” said Nell, meekly. 

And then she looked round at the room, at the bed in 
question, at old granny herself, with a sick and weary sort 
of wonder as to how she would ever manage to put in the 
time which of necessity lay before her. And then she 
thought of her own spruce, clean, soldierly Dick, her Dick 
who loved her so, and — shuddered. 


CHAPTEK IV. 

HOPE DEFERRED. 

Our feelings and our thoughts 

Tend ever on, and rest not in the present, 

As drops of rain fall into some dark well, 

And from below comes a scarce audible sound. 

So fall our thoughts into the dark thereafter, 

And their mysterious echo reaches us. 

* The Spanish Student. 

The following morning Nell went out to see what she 
could find to do for her living. Naturally she hent he^ 
steps first toward the Coliseum Theater; but she found no 
encouragement there. She was made welcome by every 


MY POOR DICK. 


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one who recognized her, but she heard the same story from 
each— bad business — nothing doing — not a chance of a 
place about the theater for months to come. 

From the Coliseum she went on to several other theaters; 
but at each and all she heard the same tale — the worst 
theatrical season that had been known for years; not tlie 
smallest chance of a place of any kind for her. 

So Nell went home, and counted up her scanty store of 
money. She had to break into one of her few sovereigns 
that day, and she laid it on the counter of the shop in 
which she changed it with a horrible pain at her heart, for 
she knew that there was a time coming in which she would 
not be able to work — a time when, so far from adding to 
her purse, she would have to take from it; and the day of 
her departure to join her Dick seemed to glide further and 
further away with every penny she spent. 

The following day she went round and tried another 
batch of theaters, with the same result. Then she went to 
several registry offices, and put her name down as being 
willing to render any service in her power in return for a 
passage to India. Then she went round and tried to get 
work at several small millinery houses, but without any 
success; and finally she went home again to old granny, 
utterly tired out and sick at heart, to find the old woman 
“ took bad with the spasims again, and the little room 
reeking with gin. 

Poor Nell! She went outside and sat on the draughty 
stairs until granny got off to bed, and then she crept into 
her little bed and sobbed herself to sleep, thanking God 
that there were two beds instead of one, and that her Dick 
had gone without having the least idea that she would have 
anything of this kind to bear. 

And in the morning granny was far .ffrom well! In 
truth, the old lady, having had a real gay and festive time 
the previous night, was now feeling what a man about 
town would call a bit chippy, and she remarked plaint- 


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ively to Nell that the very worst part of the spasims was 
that they didn't get themselves out' of your head for a day 
or two after the attack was over. 

“ You don't take enough care of yourself, granny," said 
Nell. 

It was an old formula. In truth, the secret of her being 
able to get on so well with the old woman, was that she had 
always kept up the fiction of the “spasims;" for granny 
was a very sensitive old party, and looked upon a mention, 
even in the most casual way, of her “ spasims " being at- 
tributable to gin, as a deliberate and personal insult; or 
what she, in her own peculiar phraseology, called “ sauce." 

“ May be I don't," she said, in answer to Nell's sugges- 
tion about not taking care of herself. “ 1 never was one 
to think overmuch o' myself. Ay, well, well, I'm very 
poorly this morning, but I'll be better when I've 'ad a cup 
o' tea. What — you've got it Just brewed. Ay, but you're 
a good 'un, my gal, and your 'usband ought to be proud o' 
you. And what luck did you 'ave yesterday, my lass?" 

“ None at all, granny," said Nell, mournfully. 

“None!" echoed the old woman. “What did you 
try?" she asked. 

Nell recounted her doings of the two previous days, and 
old granny listened with an attentive ear, grunting every 
now and then, to show that she was taking it all in. 

“ I'll tell you what I should do if I was you, my gal," 
she said at last. “ I should Just go around the market 
and try the different flower shops; they're alius wanting 
gals to make up the flowers, and to sell 'em too. I should 
try 'em, at all events. " 

“ That's good advice, granny," said Nell, eagerly. 
“ I'll go round first thing this morning, and see what I 
can do. It's a very good idea, granny." 

Yet when she reached the market and began to try the 
different flower shops, granny's idea seemed no more like- 
ly to bring her good luck than her own had done, for at 


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shop after shop the questions and answers were all the 
same. 

“ Do you know anything of the business?^’ 

‘‘ No!^^ 

“ Can you make up flowers?^^ 

“ No; but I think I could soon learn. 

“ Ah! — well, we can get dozens who think that, l^m 
afraid we can^t do anything for you just now.^^ 

But at last, when Nell was almost worn out with disap- 
pointment, she determined only to try once more, and if 
the next did not succeed, to give up granny’s idea as being 
no better than her own. So she entered a shop and waited 
until its master could speak to her, when she put her ques- 
tion to him in a hopeless tone which positively courted re- 
fusal. 

The master was, however, blessed with a shade more in- 
telligence than the ordinary run of business people. He 
took note of the girl’s gentle voice, of her exquisite neat- 
ness and cleanliness of person, of her soft eyes and her 
pure pale cheeks, of her nice well-kept hands,, and her 
modest, quiet aim and manner. 

‘‘ Married woman?” he asked, his sharp eyes noticing 
her wedding-ring. 

‘‘ Yes, sir,” Nell answered. “ My husband has just 
gone out to India — he is in the Cuirassiers.” 

“ Cuirassiers! H’m!” The florist knew something 
about the Cuirassiers, and, from a business standpoint, 
had no great opinion of them. “ Husband a private?” he 
asked. 

“ Yes,” faltered Nell, with a lump in her throat. 

“ Ah! — and gone off to India without you — h’m!” 

“ He couldn’t help it!” Nell cried, eagerly. 

‘^No, no; of course not — they never can,” said the 
florist, dryly. Well, so he’s left you to fend for your- 
self? Ah! that’s a way they have, these soldier chaps. 


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And you want to go into the flower trade? H^m! l)o 
you know anything about it?'^ 

“Not a thing/" said Nell, hopelessly; “but I— I 
thought I might learn. "" 

“ Are you able to give a month to learning your busi- 
ness?"" 

“ A month!"" Nell echoed. 

Poor girl, it seemed an eternity to her, a whole month. 

“ Well, if you are a quick sort of girl you might learn 
aU there is to know in a fortnight,"" the florist answered. 
“ But, you know, you"ve got it all to learn as yet, and you 
can" t expect me to start you on full wages and teach you 
your business at the same time, can you now?"" 

“ Of course not,"" Nell answered. “ I"m not unreason- 
able, sir; 1 was only thinking if my money would last as 
long."’ 

The florist turned and looked at her sharply. 

“ I"m not a hard man,"" he said, rather huskily, “ and 
if you’re quick, and learn your business soon. I’ll put you 
on to ordinary wages as soon as you can make up a button- 
hole properly. I can’t say fairer than that. And if you 
get on, may be I’ll put you behind the counter, and that’ll 
be a rise for you. But we must see how you get on first — 
everything’ll have to depend on that. "" 

“Oh, sir!” Nell cried, then stopped short, kept silent 
by a dreadful pain in her throat, which threatened to 
suffocate her. 

The florist went on to speak of one or two other details 
of business, and then told her the exact sum she would 
have to begin upon, when he was able to put her on to 
wages. It was but a very few shillings, a mere pittance, 
but to Nell Trevor, weary and tired out and very sad at 
heart, it seemed a great deal. It was a certainty, and 
there are some situations in life in which a certainty seems 
an entirely unmixed blessing. It was so to Nell at that 
time. 


MY POOR DICK. 


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And it was wonderful what a change it seemed to have 
made in her life. She had gone into the shop weary and 
hopeless and dejected; she came out of it with new strength 
making her heart beat bravely, with a new light in her 
eyes, and a smile upon her lips. Already she felt herself 
so much nearer to Dick! 

Then she flew home to granny to tell her the great news, 
and she flung herself down at the old lady^s feet and fairly 
hugged her. 

“ Granny! — granny !^^ she cried, ‘‘ I^m in luck. I\e 
got a place, and — and — 

Poor Nell, the happy tears came and stopped the rest, 
and granny had to understand as best she could. 

But by and by she was able to talk again, and then she 
told the old lady everything that had happened. 

“ It was all through you, granny, P she ended. 

Granny sniffed and wiped her eyes, and then she put on 
a virtuous aspect. 

“ Ah!'^ she said, drawing herself up, ‘‘ folk^sgood deeds 
aUus comes ^ome to ^em. There’s never any good comes 
to gals as sauces pore old ladies because the Almighty 
chooses to afflict ’em with the spasims — never /” and then 
she added: “ Fow’re a good gal, Nell, my dear, a good 


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CHAPTEE V. 

BROKEN HOPES. 

O great Eternity! 

Our little life is but a gust, 

That bends the branches of thy tree, 

And trails its blossoms in the dust! 

Suspiria. 

Come back! ye friendships long departed! 

That like o’erflowing streamlets started, 

And now are dwindled, one by one. 

To stony channels in the sun! 

Come back! ye friends, whose lives are ended! 

Come back, with all that light attended. 

Which seemed to darken and decay 
When ye arose and went away! 

The Golden Legend. 

After this Nell settled down to her new life quietly 
enough, and though at times a fierce yearning for her Dick 
took possession of her, until she felt as if she could not go 
on living without him, yet she never thought of adding to 
his troubles by letting him know of hers. 

As a matter of fact she did not write to him at all until 
she had had a letter from him. That she had after the regi- 
ment had touched at Port Said, a letter filled, from begin- 
ning to end, with passionate wild regret, an outpouring 
against fate, unalterable fate. 

Nell wrote to him after she had this, a long, cheerful, 
tender letter, telling him that she had got work already, 
work which she thought she should like very much, and 
which after a short time would, she believed, prove very 
remunerative, and help her nicely to make up the sum 
which would be necessary to pay for her passage out to 
India. 

At this point she stopped short, and hesitated whether to 


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go on further — whether to tell him of the change which 
was coming — of that other little life that would be the link 
which would serve to bind their hearts yet more closely 
together even than they already were. 

“ Must I tell him?^^ she asked herself, and then she re- 
membered that Dick^s letter had been full of passionate 
misery, and that this would seem to him the crowning 
misfortune of his life. I had better wait a week or two 
before 1 say anything. He mil get used to being without 
me by and by!'' she said. So her letter went off, and she 
kept her secret still. 

From Bombay she had a second letter, more full of 
misery, more despairing, more utterly unhappy than the 
first had been. 

“ I'm so miserable without my darling," Dick wrote, 
“ that 1 feel more like deserting than going on up country. 
India's a beastly hole, and if it wasn't for my little Nell at 
home 1 believe I. should have dropped quietly overboard 
and put an end to it ever so long since. " 

It's well I said nothing," said Nell to herself, with a 

sigh. 

But she kissed the flimsy sheet ere she replaced it in its 
envelope. With all her sorrow and her yearning for Dick, 
it was very sweet to her to find that he was wretched with- 
out her. Nell was a true woman. She did not want her 
Dick to be wretched — on the contrary, indeed there were 
few. sacrifices which she would not cheerfully have made to 
have secured peace and happiness for him — yet, since he 
was wrttched, and wretched because he was parted from 
her, Nell felt a solid satisfaction that it was so. 

So a week or two went by. She picked up the tricks of 
the flower trade with amazing rapidity, and the fingers 
which had been so deft at tossing a few artificial flowers 
and a bow or two of ribbon together and making a smart 
little bonnet of them, now became even more skilled at 
making the largest possible show out of the fewest flowers 


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MY POOR DICK. 


and sprays of fern. To the florist who had proved her 
good angel she had turned out a good speculation, and 
long before the season began he had taken her from among 
the flower-mounters, and had given her a place behind the 
counter of the shop. 

“ I think I must tell my poor boy everything now,^^ 
Nell said to herself, when she went home for the first time 
with her larger wages in her hand. ‘‘ I^U just wait till I 
hear from him again, and then Ifll send him a real long 
letter; heTl be ever so much happier when he knows how 
well l^m getting on. ” 

But poor Dick was fated not to have any such letter 
from the wife he had left behind him. A week later Nell 
had a letter from him which was no more resigned to his 
fate than those which had gone before, and before she 
could answer, a rumor crept out that there was serious 
trouble on the Afghan frontier, and that most of the 
troops in India were already on their .way thither, the 
Royal Regiment of Cuirassiers among them. 

And oh! what anxious weeks those were which followed. 
Every day there were fresh rumors from the East, almost 
every day fresh reports of disaster. And then at last there 
came an awful day, when the boys hawking papers in the 
streets made all London ring with an announcement that 
made NelFs very blood run cold. 

Terrible disaster in Af — ghan — is — tan! A whole 
British regiment swept away by the floods !^^ 

This, when boiled down to the literal truth, proved to 
be a less extensive though still very terrible accident, for, 
owing to the swollen state of the Caubool River, a party of 
Cuirassiers had attempted to cross it at a wrong place, 
mistaking the ford, and some fifty men and horses had 
been drowned. 

At the foot of the telegram were some of the names of 
the men who had been lost, and among them was that of 
Private R. Trevor, A Troop. 


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How shall 1 attempt to describe the effect of this news 
upon poor Nell? She was bewildered, stunned, frozen by 
the awful blow which had fallen upon her. She had 
neither sobbed nor cried at parting from Dick, and she did 
not sob or cry now that she knew that she would never see 
him again. She was very quiet, and as composed, nay, 
more composed, than she would have been if she had heard 
that he had just got his promotion. 

Yes, she was perfectly composed, for she put on her 
bonnet and cloak, and went down to the Horse Guards to 
see if she could find out anything more definite about her 
Dick^s fate. 

And there she saw a very kind and courteous gentleman, 
who saw the overwhelming pain in the girl’s soft eyes, saw 
too that the blow had fallen more heavily upon her than it 
might have done under different circumstances, saw and 
was full of pity for her. 

AVas Private Trevor your husband?” he asked. 

“ Yes, sir,” Nell answered. 

“ And you were not on the strength?” 

‘‘ No, sir; he tried hard for it, but he was young and — 
and he couldn’t manage it. ” 

“ Ah! AVell, my poor girl, I am afraid I can give you 
no comfort. I’m afraid there is no hope.” 

She mistook the kindness for uncertainty, and lifted her 
eyes, with a new ray of hope shining in them, eagerly to 
his. 

“ You think there may be a mistake, sir?” she asked, 
breathlessly — ‘‘ that there might be a mistake in the 
name?” 

The gentleman shook his head sadly. 

“ My poor girl, 1 am very, very sorry for you. 1 have a 
son out there, and I know what it is; but it is no use my 
telling a lie, Snd saying 1 think there may be a mistake, 
for the sake of buoying you up with false hopes. It would 


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be a lie, for 1 am sure, only too sure, that there is no mis- 
take. It is too true, too true.^’ 

Nell turned to go away. 

You have been very kind to me, sir,^^ she said, quietly. 
“1 shall never forget it. I can^t say what I want to 
properly, for l^m dazed and hardly know what l^m doing. 
But he was all 1 had in the world — in the world, and 
then she turned and went out into the world alone. 


CHAPTER VI. 

GOD^S PROVIDENCE. 

The conflict of the Present and the Past, 

The ideal and the actual in our life, 

As on a field of battle held me fast. 

While this world and the next world were at strife. 

Monte Gassino. 

Less than a month after this old granny was taken ill, 
very ill. For three days she lay gasping for breath, kept 
alive only by frequent sips of her favorite remedy for “ the 
spasims. 

“ Yes, let the poor old soul have it,^^ said the good- 
natured young doctor, who was called in to attend her, in 
answer to a question put to him by Nell. “ Oh, yes! It 
will be a comfort to her, and it won^t make any difference 
to the end.^’ 

So Nell went on feeding old granny, and listening to her 
rambling talk. And on the evening of the third day there 
was a change, a time when granny looked up at her with 
clear and sensible recognition in her faded eyes. 

“ I’ve got to the far end now, my gal,” she said, in her 
feeble and faltering tones. “ I’m glad you’re ’ere yet. 
You’ve stuck to me well, my gal, in spite of your own 
trouble — poor lass — poor lass! But it won’t be for long, 
and you’ll stay by me to the last now, won’t you?” 


MY POOR DICK. 33 

Yes, granny, that I will,"^ said Nell, holding her hand 

fast. 

“ It won’t be for long, and see, my gal, there’s one or 
two things I want you to do for me. Fetch me that box 
off the little table by the fire. Ay, that’s it. Now open it 
for me. Ay, so. See, there’s ten pounds in this httle 
parcel. I want you to take ’old of my ’and and swear by 
God Almighty you’ll see me buried proper. ” 

“ I swear I’ll see you buried properly, granny,” said 
Nell, with the tears streaming down her cheeks. 

The old woman scanned the girl’s face with a long and 
searching look. 

I believe you, Nell; you’re a good gal, a good gal. 
You never sauced me when I was took bad, and it’ll all 
come ’ome to you, my gal, it’ll come ’ome to you.” 

‘‘Is that all you wanted fo tell me, granny?” Nell 
asked, fearing that the gleam of consciousness would soon 
be gone. 

“No, no,” granny cried, nervously. “ Give me a box 
out of the big box, a littleish fiat box — ay, that’s it.” 

Nell took out of the old work-box a small fiat parcel, 
carefully tied with string and sealed in at least a dozen 
places. Old granny took it with her skinny, trembling 
hand. 

“ Take it,” she said, “ and keep it until I’m gone, until 
I’m put out o’ the way proper and everything, and then 
you can open it; and remember it’s from me for yourself — 
from the poor old woman that you was kind and good to 
when you was in trouble yourself. ” 

“ Very well, granny; I’ll do what you say,” Nell an- 
swered. 

“ You will?” eagerly. 

“ Oh, yes, granny; you know I will!” Nell cried, dis- 
tressed that the poor old soul should doubt her even for a 
moment. 

“Ah! you’re a good sort,” said the old woman, in a 
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satisfied tone; and then she lay quietly back and seemed to 
doze awhile. And Nell sat on still as a mouse beside her, 
holding her hand tightly, and thus the long hours crept 
away. 

Day faded into dusk, and dusk into evening, but Nell 
sat there still, neither stirring nor speaking, lest she should 
disturb the dying. For dying old granny was even then. 

Poor old granny, in the quiet watches of that long night, 
she murmured something about “ Good gal — in trouble — 
keep your promise. And then she groped about on the 
bed as if seeking for something, and smiled a little when 
Nell took her hand; and presently, just as the first red 
flush of the dawn was stealing across the sky, something 
told Nell that this was the very end; for it was neither a 
movement nor a sigh, only a sudden hush! 

They were not quite alone; for a neighbor, knowing how 
ill old granny was, had, with that helpful kindness which 
the poor so often show to one another, come in and offered 
to stay till the end. 

Nell had accepted the offer with gratitude, but knowing 
that she was a hard-working womafi who could ill spare a 
night^s sleep, had said to her: 

“ Thank you kindly, Mrs. Simmons, but if you stop in 
the room with me, that^s all I need. Lie down on my bed, 
and if any change comes, Iffl call you/’ 

So Mrs. Simmons lay down, and in less than five min- 
utes was sound asleep, and Nell sat on beside the bed watch- 
ing and waiting; and in the end the change came so sud- 
denly, that before she could arouse the sleeping woman 
poor old granny, worn out by eighty years of a hard Lon- 
don life, had entered upon her rest. 

Poor old granny! With all her little weaknesses Nell 
missed her sorely, and it was with a heavy, heavy heart 
that she helped the good neighbor, who had come to her 
in her hour of need, to perform those last sad offices which 
we shall all want in turn one day. And when all was over. 


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35 


she gathered her few possessions together and went with 
them to the friendly shelter of Mrs. Simmonses room on 
the next floor lower down the house. 

“ Mrs. Trevor, my dear/ ^ said that good soul, after Nell 
had tidied herself and had had a rest, you can^t go back 
to yon room when theyVe took the poor old lady away.^^ 

“ No, Mrs. Simmons, I donT think I can,^^ said Nell, 
sadly. 

Well, my dear,’’ said the older woman, ‘‘ 1 can’t say 
to you come and make your ’ome with me, though I would 
if I could, Gord knows. But if it will suit you or conven- 
ience you in any way to stop ’ere for the next month or so, 
why just stop, and you’ll be ’eartily welcome. 1 can’t 
say no more. ” 

“Mrs. Simmons,” returned Nell, gratefully, “you’re 
very kind and good, and I’ll take you at your word, and 
thank you kindly with all my heart. I’m alone and in 
trouble aU round, and I dread to look forward as much as 
I do to look back; but I’m not destitute — I’m not in want, 
and if I can stop here till I have time to get myself into a 
decent room, it will be a great service to me.” 

So they arranged it between them, that for the next 
month or so Nell should look upon Mrs. Simmons’s room 
as her home. By that time Nell thought she could And a 
home with some decent, tidy woman who found her em- 
ployment within doors, with whom she would be able to 
leave her baby during her own working-hours. 

“And if you take my advice,” said Mrs. Simmons, 
when they were talking her plans over on the evening of 
the day when old granny had been laid quietly away to her 
long rest, “ you will just get yourself took in at one of the 
’orspitals when your time comes. My last little ’un was 
born in Queen Charlotte’s, and if I’d been a princess born 
and bred, I couldn’t have been better took care of. You 
go into one o’ the ’orspitals, my dear, and you’ll start 
yourself with a better chance.” 


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MY POOR DICK. 


Nell looked at Mrs. Simmons with her big soft eyes, as 
if her suggestion was a good one and welcome. 

“ Yes, I think you^re right, Mrs. Simmons,'^ she said, 
slowly, “ I think you^re right. 

Well, it was nearly a week later than this that Nell 
needed to get something out of her neat little wooden desk, 
which was almost all that she had — beside her wedding- 
ring and a photograph — to remind her of her poor Dick. 
And while turning over the contents thereof, she all at 
once came upon the little flat box which old granny had 
put into her hands but a few hours before she died. 

Why, here’s poor old granny’s last present to me,” she 
said to herself; poor old soul, I wonder what it is. She 
was so very particular about my not opening it till she was 
taken quite out of the way; and I never gave it another 
thought until this minute.” 

It was a small flat box, carefully tied with string and 
sealed in at least a dozen places, and on the cover was writ- 
ten — not in granny’s hand, for Nell knew that she could 
neither read nor write, but in a fairly legible hand: Mrs. 
Richard Trevor. To he given to her after my death.” 

“Poor old granny,” she murmured; “it is something 
she set great store by. She knew I would take care of it 
for her — poor old granny!” 

She cut the string and broke the seals, and when she 
had unfastened the paper, she found but a small card-board 
box, such as are used for three cakes of scented soap. And 
when she lifted the lid, there still seemed nothing of much 
value — a little cambric handkerchief, a scrap or two of yel- 
lowish lace, and — and — why, what were these? Crisp, 
new, crackling Bank of England notes — ten —twenty — 
thirty — fifty — a hundred — no, ninety-five pounds! 

For a moment Nell was stupefied with surprise; then a 
wild joy shot through her heart at the thought that sHe 
need save and screw no longer, for here was the money for 
her passage to India, ay, and more than her passage! 


MY POOR DICK. 


37 


But oh! memory — memory! The girFs joy died in 
its birth, for she remembered that it was all dross to her 
now, for she would never go out to the shining East, be- 
cause there was no Dick watching and waiting for her now 
— only another Dick^ not her Dick at all it seemed to her, 
awaiting her in a country still further away, to which no 
money could pay the passage and no earthly ship would 
ever set her sails. 


CHAPTER VII. 

ATCHAFALAYA. 

Like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations, 

I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “ Peace,” 
Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals 
The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies! 

The Arsenal at Springfield. 

If Nell had but known it, old granny’s hard earnings 
and harder savings had come to her for the very purpose 
of paying her passage to India so soon as she should be 
over her trouble and able to travel! But Nell did not 
know it, and mourned for her poor Dick as one dead. 

Yet Dick was not dead at all! He was alive and well at 
the very moment when his wife was sitting with her newly 
discovered legacy in her lap, feeling all the bitterness of its 
having come to her too late! He was neither lying at the 
bottom of the Caubool River nor yet among the fragrant 
roses and jasmine-trees of the burial-ground at Jellalabad, 
where a rough device marks out in white stones the place 
where rest in their last sleep those with whom he was re- 
ported to have lost his life. 

As it happened, he had not even been of the party which 
had met with the disaster; but his name had been given in 
the report of the affair in mistake for that of one Philip 
Reevor, a fine young fellow who had been his good friend 
for many a day. And, as a matter of fact, my poor Dick, 


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not being in the way of seeing English newspapers, did not 
know that any such mistake had been made. He shed a 
few honest tears over his friend^s grave and missed him 
horribly, perhaps more than any one could have missed 
him whose heart was not aching for his dearest left behind 
to battle with a hard and cruel world as, best she could. 
He wrote home to Nell, and told her all the sad tale; but, 
alas! when the letter got to the house where poor old 
granny had died, his Nell was lying in a Maternity Hos- 
pital, with a baby at her breast; and as good Mrs. Sim- 
mons, having had a flare-up with the landlady and taken 
herself off to other quarters, was not there to say what 
should be done with the missive, it was given back to the 
postman and in due course came back to its writer, marked 

Gone away. Left no address. 

For a moment poor Dick’s heart seemed fairly to stand 
still! What did it mean? “ Gone away. Left no address!” 
At least a dozen suggestions arose in his mind. Could 
Nell — his Nell — have been persuaded that — but no, no, 
that was absurd, preposterous! He would not sully her by 
letting such an unholy thought dwell in his mind for a 
moment. No, no; either she had found the old woman 
impossible to live with, after being so happy in their bright 
little home at Colchester, or else they had had a row with 
the landlady, and had changed their quarters; or — and 
how his heart danced with joy at the thought of it — per- 
haps she had had the chance of a passage out, and was al- 
ready on her way to join him — perhaps she wanted to sur- 
prise him by writing to him from Bombay, or from some 
station even yet nearer to the Afghan frontier. 

So my poor Dick plucked up heart o’ grace once more, 
and set himself patiently to await tidings of the girl he had 
left behind him! It was but dreary work; for that part of 
the shining East which is called Afghanistan is not alto- 
gether the best climate in the world for the cultivation of 
the patient virtues; and as week after week dragged its 


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slow course along, so my poor Dick^s heart sunk lower and 
lower, until at last he began to feel as if it would make but 
little difference to him whether he got safely back into In- 
dia again, or whether he left his bones to bleach upon an 
Afghan battle-field. 

Yet when an Afghan bullet ripped up his arm from the 
elbow to the shoulder, and played havoc with muscles and 
bone such as he would never cease to feel the effects of as 
long as he might live, the instinct of self-preservation came 
to his aid, and he fought for his life as only a man of his 
age ever can fight, and eventually he found himself sent off 
with a batch of men to a sanatorium in the hills, yet with 
but little prospect before him of ever having the full use 
of his left arm again. He was kept at the hill station for 
some months, ere he was considered in a fit state to make 
the journey home, although he was, by the time he had 
crossed the Afghan frontier, feverishly anxious to see his 
native country once more. During all this time he had 
never heard one word from his Nell, his wife. Of course, 
that was not surprising, when it is remembered that Nell 
believed that he had given up his fife in the Caubool River 
months and months before, but, you see, Dick knew noth- 
ing about that, and so he watched and waited in vain. 

And at last a medical board sat upon him, and he was 
pronounced well enough to make the homeward journey. 
Happy, happy day! Surely never did miserable captive 
come out of Millbaiik Prison with heart so joyous and hope 
so high as were Dick Trevor^s heart and hope when he 
turned his back upon the shining East, the shining East 
where he and Nell were to be so happy and prosperous to- 
gether, the land where life was to be all cakes and ale. 

And as he accomplished the different stages of his jour- 
ney, heart and hope both grew lighter, until by the time 
that the English coast came in sight, you might have be- 
lieved that his Nell would be waiting on the quay at South- 
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That, alas! was not so. He scanned the faces of the 
crowd collected with eager eyes, but hers was not among 
them. And then he was carried off to Hetley, which he 
afterward described as a ghastly sepulcher, and finally was 
told, with more or less circumlocution, that as he was no 
longer of any use as a soldier, his valuable services could 
be dispensed with. 

True, there was a small amount 'per diem as a solace for 
the loss of his health and strength, but, in his anxiety to 
find some news or other of his wife, Dick scarcely gave it a 
thought! So at last he was free — free as air to go to Lon- 
don town and search, and search, and search for her whom he' 
loved more than all the world beside. And that was just 
what Dick did the very day that he was able to walk out of 
Netley Hospital and go whither he would. He took the first 
train to town, and when he found himself in the old 
familiar streets, hope began to rise again, and he felt that 
he was nearer to Nell, and was almost happy. 

He did not lose an hour, but went straight to the house 
in the neighborhood of Covent Garden, where his sweet- 
heart had used to live with the old woman whom she called 
granny, and from which his last letter to her had been re- 
turned marked Gone away. Left no address. 

But he found no news of her there. An elderly and 
somewhat untidy lady of a vinegarish aspect came in an- 
swer to his inquiry, and answered his questions in a sus- 
picious manner, as if he was offering her a personal affront 
by putting them. 

“ Young woman — ^ere? — Mrs. Trevor? No — I don’t 
know no Mrs. Tevor. Lived with an old lady she used to 
call granny? No; there ain’t no old ladies ’ere. I only 
takes in gentlemen lodgers — can’t do with ladies, that I 
can’t — they ain’t reg’lar enough in their ’abits for me, 
ain’t ladies. No; I’m afraid I can’t ’elp you, young man. 
What? you want to know ’ow long I’ve ’ad the ’ouse? 
Well, I never! Oh! you didn’t mean no offense. Well, 


MY POOK DICK. 41 

I'm glad to ^ear that. H’m; and you want to know ‘ ^ow 
long Tve ’ad the ’ouse?’ ” 

“Look here, missis/’ said poor Dick, desperately, “I 
went out to India a little over two years ago, and left my 
wife here, living with her old granny in this house. I 
never had but one letter from her after we went on active 
service, and I’m just mad for news of her. If you can 
help me to it, for God’s sake do, but don’t tantalize me. 
If there is aught you know, in Heaven’s name, tell me!” 

The sour-faced lady was evidently startled. 

“ Oh! i don’t know nothing that can ’elp you, I’m sure,” 
she said, tartly. “ I’ve been ’ere trying to make both ends 
meet for fifteen months past, and doing it very badly, and 
I don’t know nothing about no young ladies nor old ladies 
either, not nothing. ” 

“ She never came back to see if there were any letters or 
aught for her?” asked my poor Dick, feeling hope slipping 
away from him aU at once, and growing very sick and 
faint. 

“ Never came back at all in my time,” snapped the 
sour-faced lady, sharply. 

“Ah!” came from between Dick’s lips, with a sort of 
gasp. He leaned against the door-post with a feeling that 
if the good woman at his elbow said another word, he 
should give way all at once and collapse into a sobbing, 
shuddering heap upon the pavement. 

And the sour-faced lady did go on. Dick knew it not, 
but among her friends and acquaintances she was consid- 
ered rather remarkable for the length of her tongue. 

“ I’m sure, young man, you do look bad, that’s certain: 
seems to me as if you might be took off sudden any time. 
And as for any young woman, why, as I tell you, I 
’aven’t seen none hereabouts, and if I was you, I should 
just make up my mind to forget her, and ’ave done with 
it. There’s plenty o’ young women about, sadly too 
many; a set o’ trolloping hussies as — ” 


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MY POOR DICK. 


My poor Dick waited to hear no more. With a cry, or 
what was almost a cry, he broke away and fairly fled from 
the sound of the sour, tart voice. For an hour he wan- 
dered up and down the Embankment, where he and she 
had told their love under the trees and the gas-lamps, be- 
fore he could bring himself to follow his search further. 
To think that Nell, his Nell, should be classed by an old 
hag like that with a set of trolloping hussies! It was too 
cruel, too cruel! 

But at last he came round to a more reasonable way of 
looking at the matter. Of course, the sour-faced lady had 
never seen his Nell. She did not, and could not be ex- 
pected to know what an angel she was — ^how smart and 
neat, how modest and prim and good her every thought 
and action — how sweet and gentle her every tone and 
gesture. How should she know that there was not his 
NelEs equal in all the world? How should she know any- 
thing about her? Why, he was an utter fool, he told him- 
self, to be angry about it even for a moment. 

And then he began to think that since he had been ill 
and unhappy he was no such great things to look at, and 
how, likely enough, the good lady had judged of his Nell 
by his looks; and by the time Dick^s arguments had 
reached this point, he had also come to the conclusion that 
the very best thing he could do would be to look out an 
abiding-place for himself, get something to eat, and then 
simply go on searching for Nell until he found her. 

To find himself a bed for the night was not a difficult 
task; in fact, he went straight to the coffee-house where 
Nell and he had stayed during their brief and happy 
honey-moon, and after he had had a meal, he went back 
again to the street where his Nell and granny had lived. 
Not to try the house again — no, he had got all the in- 
formation out of the sour-faced lady that she was able to 
give. No; but he thought, by judicious inquiry at one or 
two shops in the street, he might learn something, and, of 


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course, anything was better than nothing. The first shop 
he tried was a provision store! No; they knew nothing at 
all — had not, in fact, been in possession more than six 
months. The next was a daii*y, where they knew just 
about as much as they had done at the provision store. 

In succession he tried a grocer^s, a butcher’s, and a 
cook-shop; and all to no purpose. And then it occurred 
to him that he was horribly tired, that he was thoroughly 
overtaxing his small amount of strength, and that he had 
far better go and get a good night’s rest, and set to work 
again in the morning, than completely knock himself up, 
as he was in a fair way of doing now. 

He thought he would like a smoke, a cigarette — for, in 
his weak state, Dick was afraid to indulge except in the 
very mildest form of smoking — and to obtain it, went into 
almost the only shop in the street he had not already en- 
tered. 

A pleasant-spoken woman of middle age was behind the 
counter, and asked his request for a box of cigarettes with 
pleasant voice and smile; Dick opened the box and took a 
cigarette out of it. 

‘‘Oh! give me a box of lights, will you?” he said, and 
laid a fiorin down on the corner in payment. 

The mistress of the shop handed back his change, and 
Dick lighted his cigarette, bade her good-night, and was 
about to go out again, when a thought presented itself to 
his mind which made him turn back again. 

“ I say, missis,” he said, eagerly, “ might 1 ask you a 
question?” 

“ Of course — to be sure,” she answered, civilly. 

“ Well, did you ever know anything of a young woman 
called Trevor — Mrs. Trevor? She lived over there at No. 30, 
with an old lady she used to call her granny, though, as a 
matter of fact, there was no relationship between ’em?” 

“ At No. 30?” repeated the woman. “ Why, that’s 
Mrs. Simpson’s. She lets off nearly all the rooms.” 


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“ I don^t know. I went there to ask to-day, and the 
good lady nearly snapped my head off,^^ Dick answered. 

‘‘ Ay, she is rather sharp- spoken, said the woman, with 
a laugh, “ but there^s more bark than bite about her. I\e 
known her be very kind, more than once. However, you 
wanted to know something of a Mrs. Trevor — Mrs. Trevor. 
I can’t recall the name just now. Mrs. Trevor! Had she 
a husband.^” 

“ Yes, she had a husband,” poor Dick answered, sadly 
— but he wasn’t here with her.” 

The inexpressible sadness of his tone caused the good 
soul to look up at him. 

“ You wasn’t her husband, were you?” she asked. 

“ Yes, I was,” he answered — “ I am.” 

“And how is it you don’t know where she is?” she 
asked. 

Thus encouraged, Dick told his story — how he and Nell 
had married without leave, and hoping they would be able 
to manage the passage to India somehow or other — how 
they had parted — how the regiment had been sent on act- 
ive service, and how his last letter addressed to No. 30, 
had been returned to him marked “ Gone away. Left no 
address.” 

“ And that,” Dick wound up, “was the very last that 
ever I heard of her.” 

“ And you think she was the sort of girl who’d be likely 
to stick to you?” his new friend asked. 

“ I’d stake my life, ay, and my soul for that matter, 
upon it!” Dick asserted, fiercely. 

“I see — I see.” The good woman was more than 
doubtful about it herself. “ But about the old lady at No. 
30. 1 shouldn’t at all wonder if you meant old Mrs. Fer- 

gus—” 

“ That’s her!” cried Dick, suddenly remembering hear- 
ing once from his darling that old granny’s name was 
Fergus — “ yes, that’s her.” 


MY POOH DICK. 


45 


‘‘Ah! poor old lady, she^s dead — she must have been 
dead nearly two years. Yes, I knew her, but I never 
heard aught of any Mrs. Trevor living with her. There 
was a girl or two came and stayed a bit, but they didn^t 
get on very well together; and then Nell Fielding came 
back, and she was there when the poor old lady died. It 
wouldn^t be any of them — scarce likely — and, as I say, 
Nell Fielding came back again — she was in the chorus at 
the Coliseum — a nice girl — Why — But poor Dick^s 
strength had given way all at once, and he reeled back to a 
chair, where he sat down in a dead faint. 


CHAPTER YIII. 

A KEW IDEA. 

O friend! O best of friends! Thy absence more 
Than the impending night darkens the landscape o’er. 

The Golden Legend. 

Thy dress was like the lilies, 

And thy heart as pure as they. 

• A Gleam of Sunshine. 

When my poor Dick suddenly sat down upon a chair 
and fainted dead away, the good lady to whom the tobacco 
shop belonged — Mrs. Jones by name — ran to the door 
which led into the house, and called sharply: “Celia! 
Celia !^" then ran to Dick, and lifted his head on to her 
shoulder. 

In answer to her cry Celia, a smart, fresh-colored, 
buxom girl, came running out of the house. 

“ Why, what is it, mother? Oh! poor fellow, is he ill?'" 

“ Yes — bring some brandy and some water at once,^^ 
cried Mrs. Jones, fearing lest he might slip out of this 
world into the next, if she were not quick with restoratives. 

So Celia ran away into the house again, and came quick- 
ly back with some brandy in a glass, and a jug of water. 


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It was very little of the last that the good woman added to 
the spirit in the glass, and she held my poor Dick^s head 
up, and forced some of the mixture down his throat. It 
was strong, and perhaps not very good, but it had the de- 
sired effect, and caused him to shiver and then to open his 
eyes. He started a little as he saw the strange faces bend- 
ing over him, then he struggled to sit up. 

“ Why — have I — what’s the matter?” he asked, in a be- 
wildered sort of way. 

“ You’ve been a bit ill,” said Mrs. Jones, kindly, but 
it’s all right now. Keep yourself quiet, and you’ll be bet- 
ter presently.” 

By this time several customers had come into the shop, 
and were pressing round, as men and women in London 
always do, to see what was the matter. 

“ It’s nothing, gentlemen,” said Mrs. Jones, rather tart- 
ly — “ only a gentleman took a bit faint. Celia, take the 
gentleman into the parlor, and I’ll come to him in a 
minute or two, and tell him what he wants to know. 
Now, sir, what can I do for you?” 

Thus bidden by the mother, encouraged by the bright- 
faced daughter, and feeling in himself as if all creation 
were swimming round him, Dick*got up from the chair 
and went unsteadily into the parlor. It was a neat and 
cheerful little place, with a broad-seated old sofa covered 
with a gay woolen rug, a bright red hearth-rug, and an old- 
fashioned brass fender which shone like gold. 

“ Sit down here, sir,” said Celia Jones, with a hospita- 
ble gesture toward the sofa. 

“ You’re very kind to me, miss,” said Dick, gratefully. 
“ I’m sure I ought to be ashamed of coming into a lady’s 
house and making such a fool of myself,” — but, all the 
same, he was glad to sit down in the place to which she 
had pointed, though, when he was planted there, he could 
hardly find patience enough to wait quietly until Mrs. 
Jones should come back to tell him about his darling. 


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It was not really very long that he had to wait, though 
it seemed so; indeed, it seemed like an eternity before the 
comely widow came in out of the shop and said to her 
daughter — 

‘‘ You go and take my place for a minute or two, Celia. 
This gentleman is in trouble, and perhaps we may be able 
to help him. 

Celia rose obediently and went into the shop, closing the 
door behind her, and then my poor Dick turned round to 
his new friend, with an eager and anxious face. 

“ Well?^^ he asked, impatiently, and with all his heart 
shining out of his hollow eyes. 

Mrs. Jones looked, as she felt, puzzled. 

“ I^m very much afraid that I donT hnoio anything, but 
I know people who know the house, and I could inquire — ^ * 

‘‘ But Nell Fielding — my Nell — that^s her I^m in search 
of Dick panted. 

LorT you donT say so,^^ ejaculated Mrs. Jones, with 
a scared look. “ And was she your loife 

“ Yes; she is my wife,^^ answered my poor Dick, cling- 
ing resolutely to the idea that his Nell was his Nell still. 

‘‘ Your wife! And — and — why! I never knew that she 
was married !^^ Mrs. Jones exclaimed. “ 1 wonder how it 
was that old Mrs. Fergus never mentioned it to me. For 
she used to come here for snuff regular, and she told me, 
one time or another, all the troubles she had, and a great 
trouble she made of Nell Fielding’s leaving her, I can tell 
you. And then when she came back again, she came and 
told me the very next day^ but it’s queer she should never 
tell me that Nell had got married. ” 

“ She was married right enough,” Dick answered. “ We 
were foolish marrying without a penny, but God knows we 
were honest, and we were married close by here, and she 
stayed with me till 1 had to go to India with my regiment, 
for get her out with us I couldn’t, though I tried every 
way that 1 knew to do it. But don’t keep me in suspense. 


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missis; if you know where she is, or aught about her, let 
me hear it at once. ” 

“ My poor fellow answered Mrs. Jones, with infinite 
pity shining in her kind eyes, “ I have never set eyes on 
her since near about the time that the old woman died. I 
never knew her as I did old Mrs. Fergus, for she but sel- 
dom came here for anything for her. But — but — tell me, 
was there any prospect of — of a family when you went to 
India?^^ 

My poor Dick's face grew ashen white at the very 
thought of such a thing. 

“ Do you mean a baby, missis?" he asked, hoarsely. 

“ Why, yes, of course. What else should I mean?" she 
returned. 

Dick stared at her for a minute in perplexity. 

“ What have you in your mind, missis?" he demanded. 
“ There was naught of the sort that I know of. Nell 
never let on to me if it was so." 

Mrs. Jones shook her head. 

“ But I have my suspicions that it was so," she an- 
swered; “ though, mind, the old woman never hinted at it 
to me, and I only saw Nell once or twice after she came 
back again before I lost sight of her. " 

‘‘ And it's too late to-night to try and find out anything 
more about her," said my poor Dick, in a very wistful 
tone. 

“lam afraid it is," answered Mrs. Jones, kindly; “ but 
there, Mr. Trevor, don't take on and worry yourself about 
her yet. Go home and try to get a good night's rest, and 
come back to me to-morrow evening — not before, for the 
morning is always a slack time with us, and I'll just take 
a walk round and see if I can't make something out for 
you." 

“ Missis," cried my poor Dick, dashing his hand across 
his eyes, “ you're the best friend that ever I had in my 
life, and Him above us will bless you for it. " 


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■ Well, I hope I^m able to do any one a good turn when 
i can,^^ said she, pleasantly. 

After that Dick got himself away with a few more grate- 
ful words and a great many blushes; and as he passed 
through the little shop, he made Miss Celia a stiff military 
salute, which caused her to blush up to her very eyes, and 
remark to her mother that her new acquaintance seemed 
an uncommonly pleasant fellow. 

“ A real good fellow, Celia, said Mrs. Jones, without 
hesitation, “ but married, and in trouble. Ah, well, my 
girl, I hope trouble of that sort will never come nigh hand 
of you. ” 

Meantime Dick had passed out into the busy street, and 
as he turned from the door-way he glanced up at the name 
above it. “ Marian Jones, etc., was the inscription just 
below the fan-light, and Dick stopped still a moment. 

Ah, Marian Jones — Marian Jones, it^s a good woman's 
heart that beats in your bosom. 1^11 do something for you 
some day,-’’ he murmured, “ see if I don’t — see if I don’t.” 

“ Come, come, young feller,” said a policeman, sharply, 
at his elbow, ‘‘ you mustn’t use threatening language about 
here. I’ll have to move you on, if you don’t take care.” 

My poor Dick looked at him with an amused wonder. 

I ain’t drunk, mister,” he said, contemptuously — 

and as for threatening language, why, I’ve heard none 
but yours. You’d better go in and ask the lady if I’ve 
been annoying her in any way — that’s what you^d best do.” 

He turned on his heel and went along the street with 
something of his old army swing; and after watching him 
with more than a suspicion that he was the worse for 
drink, the blue-coated limb of the law turned into the 
tobacconist’s little shop. 

“ I say, missis,” he began, you’ve had a tall, military- 
looking chap in ’ere to-night.” 

I had, policeman, and what of it?” asked the widow, 
sharply. 


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Was a-saying or a-doing aught to annoy you he 
demanded. 

“ No, policeman, he wasnH,^' returned Mrs. Jones, very 
tartly. “ Very good of you, I^m sure, to look in if you 
had your doubts, but, all the same, when I want help from 
any of you gentlemen I^m quite the woman to ask for it, 
but until I do ask for it, I can do without it, thank you. 
Good-evening to you. 

As the policeman went out, rather abashed by this re- 
ception, Mrs. Jones turned round to Celia: 

Ton my word,’^ she exclaimed, “one might have 
one’s shop taken away wholesale and one’s self murdered, 
and they would never be the wiser unless they were fetched 
in; but let a poor chap be down in the mouth and in 
trouble, and they’re down upon him at every turn. I 
haven’t patience with ’em, the blundering thickheads that 
don’t know a man in trouble and bad health, from one 
that’s drunk. ” 


CHAPTER IX. 

HOPE OK, HOPE EVER. 

Hope, the befriending, 

Does what she can, for she points evermore up to heaven, and faith- 
ful 

Plunges her anchor’s peak in the depths of the grave, and beneath it 
Paints a more beautiful world, a dim, but a sweet play of shadows! 

Children of the Lord's Supper. 

But although good Mrs. Jones tried her very best to find 
out some news of my poor Dick’s wife, she did not succeed 
in her efforts. Apparently Nell was as entirely forgotten 
by every one in the neighborhood as if she had been blotted 
right out of existence. 

It is easy enough for me to account for this, although it 
seemed strange then to those who were seeking her with 
such zealous gissiduity, for the very qualities which had first 


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made her charming to Dick and had kept her from be- 
coming friendly with good Mrs. Jones, had also made her 
keep herself very much to herself among a set of people 
who were certainly not likely to do her any good or even to 
attract her in any way. 

Then, too, a poor neighborhood changes rapidly. When 
there is not much furniture to move, when a family can go 
from one room into another without the expense and 
trouble of art-decorations, without fitting carpets to fioors 
or blinds to windows, why then a removal becomes an easy 
matter, and three of them are by no means as bad as one 
fire. And it must be remembered that old granny had 
been dead nearly two years, and since then Nell had had 
neither the need nor the inclination to go near the street 
again. 

I\e done my very best,^^ Mrs. Jones said to Dick, 
when he went to her the next evening, “ but I can find out 
nothing about her at all. One man told me that he saw 
her about six months ago in Oxford Street, and that she 
seemed in pretty good case; but he didnT speak to her. 

“Oh! didnH he speak to her?^^ Dick cried, im- 
patiently. 

“ Ah! so he would if he^d known how much difference 
it might have made to you,^^ good Mrs. Jones answered. 
“ But don^t be down-hearted about it, Mr. Trevor,^' she 
added. 

“ Try to have patience and, depend upon it, some news 
or other will be turning up about her. 

“ I should like to go and have a talk to the chap that 
saw her,^^ said Dick, wistfully. 

“Why, you can do that easy enough, Mrs. Jones re- 
plied. “ Ifil write down his name and address on a bit of 
paper. There, that'^s it. And now, Mr. Trevor, remem- 
ber if there^s any other little thing that 1 can do to help 
you, Ifil always be ready and willing to do it; or if there^s 


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any advice I can give yon, why, just come to me and I’ll 
be ready to serve in the best way I can.” 

“ Mrs. Jones,” said Dick, in a trembling voice, and with 
a mist in front of his eyes, “ when I find my wife I shall 
bring her to thank you for all you’ve done for me, and 
tried to do. She’ll be able to — I canH.^* 

Well, it’s but little I’ve had the power to do,” said 
Mrs. Jones, modestly. “ I only wish I’d been able to do 
more than just try. ” 

“Ah, but you had the heart!” cried my poor Dick, 
gratefully, “ and Dick Trevor ain’t one as ’ll ever forget 
that.” 

Well, after this Dick went in search of the man whose 
name and address Mrs. Jones had written down for him. 
He found a quiet respectable middle-aged person, busy 
tailoring. To him Dick explained his errand. 

“ Ay, to be sure,” said the tailor, stitching away as if 
for dear life. “ Sit you down in the big chair there and 
make yerself at ’ome. Yes, I did see yer wife, though I 
didn’t know her as such until Mrs. Jones mentioned the 
matter to me the other day. Yes, I met her a matter o’ 
six months ago in Oxford Streetr” 

“ And you didn’t speak to her?” Dick asked. 

“Well now, I didn’t. You see, I was hurrying up to 
my governor’s with some work and she was walking pretty 
sharply along the other way, and so I just says: ‘ Good-day 
to you. Miss Fielding,’ and that was all. ” 

“ And was she alone?” Dick asked, eagerly. 

“Yes; quite by herself,” answered the little tailor, 
keeping his attention fixed on his work. 

“H’m!” Then there was a pause — a pause during 
which my poor Dick was trying to nerve himself to ask a 
question wliich was, he felt, a dishonor to his darling, and 
which yet arose in his mind again and again, hour after 
hour, with persistent regularity — “ And — er — was she 
looking pretty well?” 


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So far as I can remember/^ the little tailor answered. 

“ And she was alone, you say?^^ 

** Yes, she was alone, the other answered. 

“ You didn^t notice how she was dressed, I suppose?^' 

“ Well, I did rather,^' the tailor replied. You see it 
was in May, and May was ^orrid cold this year; and it hap- 
pened to be a remarkable bright day, but ^orrid cold, and 
1 did notice that she had a very fresh color and that she 
had plenty of dark fur about her. ” 

My poor Dick gave a sick shiver — it was like a blow in 
the face to him to hear of his darling being wrapped in 
furs. 

“ Did she — did she — look — like — he began hesitating- 
ly, when the little tailor cast a sharp glance at him and 
finished the sentence. 

‘‘ Like a gay lady? Not the least in the world,^^ he said 
with decision. 

My poor Dick breathed more freely. 

Or — or — as if she^d got — but he could not say the 
words, but put his finger to his lip and sat looking at the 
little tailor as if he ought to know what he meant. 

“Got married again ?^^ the other suggested. “Is that 
what you mean? Well, as to that, I couldn’t really say. 
I didn’t see any one with her. She looked tolerably bright 
and brisk, though a good deal altered from what she was a 
year or two ago. She was evidently out on business, and 
was nipping smartly along, without turning her ’ead right 
’and nor left. ” 

“Thank you, mister,” said Dick, getting up from the 
chair and standing beside the little tailor’s high bench. 
“ You’ve took a great load off my mind by saying that. 
And if you happen to meet her again, you won’t pass her 
by, will you? but — but perhaps you’ll stop her, and say 
that I’m back in England, and if she — if she wants to hear 
of me she can go to Mrs. Jones. Perhaps you’ll tell her 
that, will you?” 


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‘‘ And to be sure I will/' cried the little man, heartily. 
“ I only wish I'd stopped that day. She might have told 
me where she was living, and so I might have 'ad better 
news for you. But I 'ope you'll soon 'ear tell of her, I'm 
sure, that I do — that I do," and then he vigorously shook 
Dick's hand, as if doing it thoroughly he could help him 
to find his darling again. 

Half a dozen such slight clews did Dick follow up, and 
with as little success, and then, when nearly a month had 
gone by and his Indian savings began to dwindle — for he 
spent a good sum in advertisements in the daily papers — 
he began to wonder what he should do in the future to 
make a living for himself? 

Of course he had his pension for wounds, but then that 
did not amount to much, only one and twopence a day. 
He could not live on that, although it would be a very 
pleasant supplement to his ordinary earnings. Still, at 
present he was not earning anything, and with each day, in 
spite of his anxiety about his wife, he was getting stronger 
and his health was improving. But what to do — what line 
to try for, that is — he could not make up his mind. He 
wanted to be somewhere in town — to be within a walk of 
Oxford Street, if the truth be told, for it was there or 
thereabout that he had the greatest hopes of meeting Hell. 
Yet what was there that he could do? He was a black- 
smith by trade, a soldier by profession, and it was a com- 
bination which left him stranded, so far as the heart of 
London was concerned. He could think of nothing but 
being a policeman — a policeman he thought would have 
the better chance of being about in the streets than any 
one else. 

But the authorities declined to have him, for there was 
still a weakness of his left arm, which might prove awk- 
ward at awkward times — for instance, in a street row or 
when dealing with an extra troublesome prisoner. 

“ But I shouldn't wonder if the commissionaires couldn't 


MY POOR DICK. 


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find a place for you, my man,^^ said the official who ex- 
plained to him that the police force was a hopeless end for 
him. They have plenty of light and easy places there, 
and, as your character is so good, 1 fancy you would have 
no difficulty with them.^^ 

“ At all events 1^11 try it, sir,^^ said Dick, to whom the 
suggestion was a heavenly one. 

“ Yes. Stay, ITl give you a note to Sir Edward; it 
maynT do you much good, but it won’t do you any harm. ” 

My poor Dick expressed his gratitude very fully, and, 
armed with the note, went off to find his way to the Com- 
missionaires’ Barracks in the Strand. There he found a 
smart commissionaire standing at the end of the passage 
which leads into the court in which the head-quarters of 
the corps are, and to this person Dick addressed himself — 
could he tell him where he should find Sir Edward Walter? 

The commissionaire answered the question with prompt- 
ness and civility, and then Dick was emboldened to put a 
few questions about the corps and the kind of life which its 
members led. 

The replies which he received made him determine to 
get into the corps if it was possible to do it, and as his 
character was of the best and he had left the service with 
the rank of sergeant, he had not much doubt about being 
admitted if the state of his arm was not considered too 
great a disadvantage to him. 

So he went up to the office and sent in his letter to Sir 
Edward, and waited patiently for the result, which was 
that he was told to “ walk this way,” and then he wa,s 
taken into another office, where he was ushered into the 
presence of a gentleman, who asked him some questions 
and then informed him that he must fill up these papers — 
or this paper, rather — and send in his application in the 
regular way. 

Dick gathered that this was not the Sir Edward of whom 
his acquaintance outside had spoken, and then, with the 


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stiffest of salutes, he bowed himself out and betook him- 
self away. 

He found his new friend still at the entrance, and he 
accosted him cheerfully: 

“ Well, mate, what luck did you have?’^ 

“ Oh! I think it^s all right,^" said Dick. “ Vve got a 
paper to fill up — the usual thing, I suppose. 

Yes. Take my advice, put in every trifle you can 
about yourself, and then youTl find yourself billeted in one 
of the j oiliest clubs in all London, said his new friend, 
kindly. 

“ I will,^^ returned Dick, then added a pleasant good- 
day and passed on, making his way to his friend Mrs. 
Joneses, where he knew he could depend upon getting a 
quiet half hour and a decent pen and ink, with which to 
accomplish his task. 

And 1 can tell you it was a very formidable array of ques- 
tions that the paper presented to him — questions that there 
was no getting over, or under, or round — questions which 
it was good for him that he could answer honestly and 
well. 

Of course it was easy to say how old he was and where 
he was born, what his height was, and that he had a 
second-class certificate of education. 

But these were only a few of them. For he found that 
he had to give particulars of his occupation previous to en- 
listing, and also to give the date of that interesting event, 
and that of his discharge. He had to say whether he had 
been an officer's servant or a musician during the time he 
had been in the army, and to state whether he had followed 
his own or any other trade while he had been in her maj- 
esty's service. 

Then he had to explain the cause of his discharge, to give 
full details of his service at home and abroad, such as this: 
‘‘England, 7 *8 *76-3 *7 *78; East Indies, .1-8 •78-4-10 *78; 
Afghanistan, 5 *10 -78-17 -8 *80. " 


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1 may as well tell you frankly, my gentle readers, that 
this is ^ Greek or double Dutch to me, and I half believe 
it was the same to my poor Dick, for he frowned and 
pulled down the corners of his mouth, and stared hard at 
the paper — made out half a dozen calculations on a scrap 
of paper, and finally evolved the set of figures above, which 
he put down under Question 14. 

He had less trouble in putting down the rank and dates 
of all promotions, and in specifying the badges, medals, 
and other distinctions (where and when gained); that was 
simple enough, and ran like this: “Afghanistan, includ- 
ing Battle of Ali Bogan, medal with two clasps. 

He had to give full particulars of his wound and to state 
that his pension was one and twopence a day; to state that 
he was a Protestant by religion; and that he was able and 
willing to undertake the duties of a commissionaire. 

But there were several questions which bothered him 
sadly how to answer — not those ^hich had to be filled in 
by an officer, for the officers then with the depot knew him 
and would fill them in willingly enough, he knew. No I 
but the question was he married or single? — that was the 
awkward one of all. 

At last, however, he answered it by saying “ Married. 
I lost sight of my wife when I went into Afghanistan, and 
can find no trace of her. Yet this, he felt, would not do 
— so the next day, armed with the form of registry, he 
went off to head-quarters again and asked, as a special 
favor, if he might see the commandant himself. So he 
was shown into Sir Edward’s presence, and then he sum- 
moned up his best courage to tell his story — for, mind, it 
is no light thing to face a stranger, even if he be the 
kindest and most considerate of men, and lay bare to him 
the inmost grief of one’s heart — but my poor Dick did it 
somehow, and he did not lose by doing it. 

For in a very short time — as soon as the necessary forms 
could be observed, in truth — he found himself a member 


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of the corps of commissionaires; as his friend of the end of 
the passage leading to head-quarters put it, “billeted in 
the j oiliest club in London.'’^ 


CHAPTER X. 

THE UNEXPECTED ALWAYS HAPPENS. 

We have not wings, we can not soar; 

But we have feet to scale and climb 
By slow degrees, by more and more, 

The cloudy summits of our time. 

The Ladder of St. Augustine. 

Turn, turn, my wheel! Turn round and round. 

Without a pause, without a sound: 

So spins the flying world away. 

Keramoa. 

For nearly two years my poor Dick remained in the 
commissionaires, without anything unusual happening to 
disturb the ordinary current of his life. His health im- 
proved, and although his arm was still weak and at times 
gave him a good deal of pain which made the left hand 
almost useless, he had become so deft with the right hand 
that when the left one was disabled he scarcely missed the 
use of it. 

And he proved himself an excellent member of the corps 
— quick, intelligent, even-tempered, and very obliging and 
eminently trustworthy; and, moreover, during the whole 
of that time he remained at the same post, in the employ- 
ment of a great firm of upholsterers whose place of busi- 
ness was not ten minutes’ walk from head-quarters. 

It must be owned that he was as happy as a man suffer- 
ing from the worry of a continual and ever-present anxiety 
•could be. He liked his work, was perfectly comfortable in 
his quarters, and wanted for nothing except his Xell — the 
young wife he had left behind him, whom he never found, 
of whom he could find not the very smallest trace. 


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He felt convinced that she was not anywhere in that 
neighborhood, for his post kept him during the whole of 
the days of the whole week (except Sundays) at the door of 
the large shop afc which he was employed, and which was 
situated in one of the principal thoroughfares in London; 
but though he kept his keen eyes ever on the watch for a 
glimpse of the sweet modest face that would be always 
graven on his heart, it never came. Pretty women there 
passed him by the hundred, but never one Nell ! 

Just at first, when his day’s work was over, he used to 
prowl round the theaters, and keep on the watch all the 
evenings as well as all the days; but after a little while he 
found that he was taking more out of himself than he actu- 
ally had in him. So he had to give up the nightly prowl- 
ing lest he might be compelled to give up his daily duty, 
and he knew that it was best and wisest to do so, because if 
there was any chance of coming across his Nell by acci- 
dent, he would be more likely to do so in the open street than 
by hanging about the doors of theaters and such like 
places. Nor was he at a loss where he should spend his 
evenings. Very often he went to his good friend Mrs. 
Jones, who was kindness itself to him, and in her heart be- 
lieved that his Nell was a faithless jade who had deliber- 
ately deserted him. I think good Mrs. Jones had come to 
have but little sympathy with my poor Dick’s longings 
after the apparently unattainable, and thought it only a 
thousand pities that such a steady, respectable, well-con- 
ducted fellow, in well-paid and regular employment, should 
be wasting his life in a vain regret. 

And then Celia was very kind to him! 

Now Celia’s mother had on the very first day of her 
acquaintance with Dick impressed upon her daughter the 
fact that he was a married man, and in trouble, and not 
for her, and therefore Celia never in any way gave her 
mother to imagine that she took the very smallest interest 
in their friend. Yet she did. She took a very great and 


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deep interest in everything that he did and in everything 
that concerned him. Poor little dreamy Celia! It was 
only a girPs foolish fancy, a foolish fancy which lived upon 
nothing, or next door to nothing. For my poor Dick, 
with his heart aching for his Nell, with frequent pain in 
his arm and a general feeling of emptiness in all his life, 
took no more notice of the buxom fresh- colored girl in 
Mrs. Jones’s little shop or parlor than he did of the gray 
kitten lying curled up in the big chair by the fire — nay, 
scarcely quite so much, for Dick never passed by the kitten 
without a kind word or a caress, and, as it laid aside its 
kittenish airs and took upon itself the graces of a matron, 
pussy grew to know Dick well, and to show her affection 
for him in many a purr and a miaou, with much arching 
of her sleek back and waving to and fro of her handsome 
tail. 

But poor httle plump and pret^ Celia could never show 
her feelings in such fashion. She could give no sign be- 
yond a shy pleased glance when he came, or a deepening of 
the already bright color upon her cheeks and perhaps a 
flutter of the modest maidenly heart, or a smothered sigh 
at the thought of that shadowy Nell who stood like a thick 
and impervious cloud between Dick and her, between her 
and, as she fondly believed, her happiness. 

Poor foolish little girl! And yet it was not altogether 
unreasonable or unnatural. For although my poor Dick 
had lost his wife and lived in a continual fever of expecta- 
tion and anxiety, he had not lost the brave and bonny pair 
of eyes which had first made his Nell think him the hand- 
somest fellow she had ever seen, and though he but seldom 
smiled now, yet it was the same smile after all when it did 
come. 

And in a great measure he was the same Dick still; still 
long and lithe, with the same shade of a swagger about his 
walk and every now and again the old debonair gestures 
and turn of the head. Ah, yes, there was enough of the 


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old Dick left to have played sad havoc with Ceha Jones's 
girlish fancy. Poor little Celia! 

Then sometimes he went round to see his little friend 
the tailor, whom he always found hard at work on his 
board, and who seemed to him to shrivel up into smaller 
and smaller space every time that he saw him. 

He was not a very interesting old person, nor did Dick 
find him at all entertaining company. But he was the last 
person he knew who had seen Nell, and that fact made 
him sacred in Dick's eyes. 

Their conversation was generally limited to a — “ Well, 
my lad, and how is the world a-using you?" 

Pretty well, Mr. Simmons, thank you," was Dick's 
invariable answer, and then, poor lad, he would give a sigh 
and say: ‘‘ 1 don't hear any news, somehow." 

Time had been when the little tailor had eagerly asked 
for news of the missing 'Wife, but gradually he got to wait 
until Dick said something, for he could never be quite sure 
how he would take the mention of her. 

And then there were plenty of good fellows in the regi — 
no, I mean the corps, with whom Dick sometimes spent 
his evenings, and so the time passed by without interrup- 
tion, or any unusual event, until close upon two years had 
gone over his head. And then an event happened, a dis- 
agreeable one, which put him on the shelf for a bit, for 
one evening as he was going home to head-quarters his at- 
tention was attracted to a child crossing the road in the 
busiest part where Trafalgar Square and several other 
streets join — I mean on that side of the square out of 
which Northumberland Avenue now runs. Like most 
other events, it was all over in a moment — there was a 
piercing scream from the child, a shout from the driver of 
the nearest 'bus, a rush forward on Dick's part, and then 
an apparent congestion of everything, Dick's heart in- 
cluded. 

And a few minutes afterward^ when the crowd began to 


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clear away, it was told that the child was safe but that the 
commissionaire who had gone forward so pluckily to save 
him had just been carried into Charing Cross Hospital with 
a broken leg — if not with something worse. 


CHAPTEE XL 

THE SOUKD OP A VOICE. 

Oh! there is something in that voice that reaches 
The innermost recesses of my spirit. 

The Divine Tragedy. 

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. 

Evangeline. 

I MUST confess that trouble and disappointment had not 
taken all the old Adam out of my poor Dick. When the 
heavy wheel of a huge van went over his leg he gave a 
great gasp, and the next moment was unconscious of all 
that was going on around him, and when he came to him- 
self half a dozen stalwart fellows had him in their arms, 
not having waited for a stretcher, and were just carrying 
him up the steps of the hospital. 

“ The little chap?^^ said Dick, faintly. He felt very sick 
and dizzy, and much as if the men who were carrying him 
were all excessively drunk and he was too weak to get out 
of their clutches. 

“ Don^t worry yourself, one of them answered, how- 
ever. “ The young shaver hadn^t a scratch upon him.'^ 

‘‘But l\e broken my leg,^^ said Dick, and then he 
added, in an under- tone, “ D — nthe brat; why couldn^t he 
keep out of the road, I wonder?^^^ 

Broken my poor Dick’s leg did in truth prove to be, and 
he had to suffer a good deal more beside that first awful 
wrench and the dull aching which followed his return to 
consciousness, before he was laid right and straight in his 


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cot, witk the prospect of remaining there for at least six 
weeks to come. 

I won^t go so far as to say that my poor Dick actually 
regretted having saved the youngster’s life, but he certainly 
did d — n him very vigorously many and many a time dur- 
ing the weary and tiresome days which followed. For a 
broken leg is a very painful and patience-needing business, 
and as Dick’s breakage was inconveniently near the ankle, 
he had to have his leg put into a plaster of Paris affair, 
which made him feel as if he had been half buried already. 

He was not without his pleasures, though; his com- 
mandant came in one morning to see him, and also the 
surgeon of the corps, and several of his comrades looked in 
and bade him cheer up and be as jolly as he could. And 
then Mrs. Jones came, and even his little friend the tailor, 
who had spruced himself up in all his best and went away 
leaving Dick with the firm impression that, judging from 
the unusual bulk, he must have had at least half a dozen 
waistcoats on under his coat. 

And yet, in spite of all the kindness that was shown to 
him, it was but a dreary business, after all, to a man ac- 
customed to be all day long in the busy streets. The doc- 
tors, one and all, seemed to take a special interest in him; 
the nurses were never weary or impatient with him, no 
matter how often he was both; he had every comfort, nay, 
more, every luxury that his appetite could fancy, and more 
illustrated papers than he had strength to look at. Still it 
was only an hospital life, and he felt sickly and ill, and 
suffered much from cramp in his broken leg. He kept 
wondering, too, if he would always have “ a dickey leg, as 
he had a dickey arm?” and if he would have to leave the 
corps, and live on his one and twopence a day? 

And so a fortnight went over. He began almost to feel 
reconciled to his accident, and ceased to feel hardly of the 
youngster who had brought it on him — in fact, when the 
mother of the child, specially washed and dressed for the 


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occasion, came in one afternoon, and, with trembling lips 
and a break in her voice, told him that the lad was all that 
she had left of eight, and that her husband was then lying 
very ill of pleurisy, he pulled himself together and said 
that he was glad he had been able to do her the service. 

“ But I wish as ^ow you ^adn^t broke your leg!^^ the 
poor soul cried, the tears, which had only darkened her 
eyes gatheriug together and running slowly down her wan 
cheeks; “it do seem ^ard on you; and mebbe you\e a 
wife and children of your own at ■’ome to think of. ** 

“ I\e no one dependent on me,^^ said Dick, with a 
choking sigh, “ so you may make your mind easy on that 
score, missis. 

And then she went away, and Dick was left to lie alone 
and think how different it all might have been if he had 
had some one dependent on him — if he had had that home, 
such as the child^s mother had spoken of. 

It was in the winter-time of the year, and already the 
afternoon was drawing in and the dusk of the evening was 
stealing through the long ward. It often happened that 
they were late in lighting the gas, more especially when 
visitors were still lingering beside the beds, whispering soft 
and low to those whom they had come to see; and on this 
evening it seemed to Dick either that the gloaming had 
fallen early, or that they were later than usual in lighting 
the lamps. Any way, he was lying half dozing, when sud- 
denly he heard the sound of a voice — a voice which made 
him start upon his bed, his heart beating hard, and his 
brain whirling fast and furious — a voice out in the corri- 
dor, speaking to a nurse apparently, the voice which he 
had been aching, longing, praying, dying to hear ever 
since that last sad morning at Colchester when he had 
started on his journey to the shining East — the voice of 
her who was his hearths darling, his one dear love — his 
wife! 

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trembling agitation which possessed him. He was still 
very weak, not strong enough to stand the strain of resting 
on his elbow for many minutes together, and with a sigh 
which was very near to a groan he sunk back in his bed 
again, trying to catch another sound, trying hard to call 
out to some one to stop her, to bring her to him. 

But, alas! his trembling lips refused to utter a sound; 
life seemed to be fading out of all his weakened, trembling 
body, and before he could attract the attention of a single 
soul, my poor Dick’s strength gave way altogether, and all 
around him was blotted out from his sight and hearing — 
for he had fainted. 


CHAPTER XII. 

THE TRACK. 

Hearts that are fainting 
Grow pale to overflowing; 

And they that behold it 
Marvel, and know not 
That God at their fountains 
Far off has been raining. 

The Nun of Nirados. 

Let me but hear thy voice, and I am happy; 

For every tone, like some sweet incantation. 

Calls up the buried past to plead for me. 

The Spanish Student. 

But it was not very long before the lamps were lighted, 
and the nurse in charge of my poor Dick saw with dismay 
that something had happened to upset him terribly. 
Quickly they brought restoratives, and by and by he came 
back to himself again — slowly and painfully, with a gasp 
and a sigh, wondering if he were dying until he remem- 
bered all at once that he had heard his dear love’s voice in 
the corridor without, evidently speaking to one of the 
nurses. 


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“ Oh, yes, thank you, nurse, he had heard her say, 

he is wonderfully better. He begins to look like himself 
again. 

There was a reply from the nurse, which he could not 
hear, and then that other voice spoke again. 

“ It is kind of you. I don’t know how to thank you 
enough. Yes, I have to go. I’m rather in a hurry. 
Good-bye. ” 

The nurse, who was his especial friend, bent down over 
him as he lay weak and trembhng among his pillows try- 
ing to recall his darling’s exact words and tone. 

“ What made you go off like that? Is your leg paining 
you?” 

‘^No.” He was still so agitated that he could hardly 
speak above a whisper. But — but I thought I heard a 

voice I knew out there, and — it was too much for me. ” 

A voice you knew — any one you wanted to see?” asked 
the nurse, kindly. 

“Oh! yes— yes!” he almost shouted. 

“ I came straight in here, but there was only one person 
in the corridor. I spoke to her.” 

“ And her name?” 

“ Ah! that I don’t know, but I can find out easily 
enough, for she is the mother of a little child who was 
brought in several weeks ago suffering badly from a scald.” 

“ A little child!** Dick felt his head beginning to whirl 
again, and, for his darling’s sake, he knew that he must 
keep his wits about him. “ A little child? I — I don’t 
think it could be the same. She — she had no child. ” 

“ Let me see what she said,” said the nurse, with kindly 
patience. “ She said that she found the child better, that 
he was almost himself again, and that she was in a 
hurry — ” 

“ Yes, that was her,” Dick said, trembling more and 
more. 

“ Tell me her name,” said the nurse. 


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My poor Dick hesitated, for an idea had come into his 
mind — an idea which was torture, torture to him — an idea 
which suggested that his darling might have married again, 
and that their child — oh! God — oh! God — the cold sweat 
stood out upon his brow in great drops of agony only to 
think of it. 

‘‘ Because 1 could soon find out. 

Her name was Fielding,^' he answered, faintly. 

‘‘Fielding! Ah — well, Ifil go and find out what the 
child^s name is — only, mind, I can^t have you going faint- 
ing about in this way. You must promise me to keep very 
still and quiet. ” 

“ 1 will,^^ Dick answered, hut as she was moving away 
he caught her back by her gown. “ Nurse — tell me,^^ he 
said, “ how big is the child 

“ Oh! quite a little fellow, she replied. 

Then she went away, and Dick thought it all over. A 
child — a child! She must have married again — she must 
have believed him dead — some horrible mistake must have 
come to part them — and he had found her again only to be 
worse than nothing to her. 

For if, believing that he was dead — killed in action, per- 
haps — she had married again, she might be the happy 
mother of a family by this time, perhaps a happy wife, 
looking back upon her past as only a light and pleasant 
dream, too tender and too sweet to last. 

And if that was so should he be the one to bring shame 
and dishonor upon her? Must his be the tongue which 
should proclaim to the world that she — his Nell — his wife 
— was — oh! no, it was too horrible. Why, sooner than 
bring such a shame and such a fate upon her, he would 
just lie there till he was pronounced fit to go out, and then 
he would take a cab down to the Embankment, to the 
place where he and Nell had done their love-making years 
ago under the big trees and the gas-lamps, and he would 
sit there till it was dark, and then he would walk quietly 


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down the steps, and — well, it would be all over; a splash, 
an inquiry, a day^s wonder to his comrades, and he would 
be out of Neirs way forever. 

He was so weak and so exhausted by the fearful excite- 
ment of the past hour that he lay perfectly still and almost 
fancied, when his thoughts reached that point, that he felt 
the chill clasp of the icy water about his heart. And so he 
lay until the nurse returned from her mission of inquiry. 

“ You said that name was Fielding,^' she began, in a 
tone of suppressed eagerness. 

“ It was,^^ Dick answered. 

‘‘Then it can hardly be the same — but, oddly enough, 
the child’s name is the same as yours. ” 

“As mine f” Dick fairly gasped in his surprise. 

“Yes — as yours. Eichard Trevor — and his age three 
years!” 

The horrible doubt in my poor Dick’s mind grew blacker 
and blacker. Three years! And it was just four since he 
and Nell had parted in the little room at Colchester where 
they had been so happy, so happy. 

“ Do you think he can be any relation of yours?” the 
nurse asked. 

“ No,” Dick answered, curtly; “ 1 haven’t any rela- 
tions.” 

“Ah! well, of course, that settles it. But he’s a jolly 
little chap, and a very fine child, too, for only three years 
old.” 

She went away then, being a busy person with many 
things to see after^ leaving Dick to lie and brood over the 
knowledge that had just come to him. 

As may be imagined, he did not get one wink of sleep 
that night, and when the mornmg came, it was a very 
gaunt and hollow-eyed Dick Trevor who met the doctor’s 
searching gaze. 

The doctor asked a few sharp questions, and told him to 
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send Mm a composing draught to be taken that night, then 
he passed on, and for half an hour Dick was left quite 
alone. 

At the end of that time, however, Ms friend the nurse 
appeared with something in a cup — oh! strong beef-tea, 
wMch she wanted him to take. 

Now Dick did not like beef -tea, and the nurse knew it; 
but to her surprise he took the cup out of her hand, and 
drained the contents thereof without waiting for a word of 
persuasion from her, or even making a single wry face. 

“ Why,^' the nurse cried, “ what has come to you? — you 
always make such a fuss over your beef-tea. ” 

‘‘ 1 want to get well soon!^' he answered, ‘‘ and I say, 
nurse, 1 wish youM do something for me — will you?^^ 

“Yes, if 1 can!^^ she answered, willingly enough, for 
Dick was a more interesting patient than usually fell to 
her charge. 

‘ ‘ l^d like to see that little chap that has the same jiame 
as me,^^ he said; “ do you tMnk you could bring Mm down 
here to see me?^^ 

The nurse looked a shade doubtful. 

“Well, 1"11 try,^^ she said at length, “but 1 don't 
know that I shall be able to manage it. Certainly not 
until after dinner is over and all quiet." 

So Dick had no choice but to possess his soul in patience 
until the usual afternoon stillness should creep over the 
long wards. It seemed a long time in coming, but at last 
Ms nurse went off as if on her mission — at least he hoped 
so, though he did not ask for fear of her answer being a 
disappointment. 

The nurse had, however, gone upon Ms errand. She 
found her way up to the cMldren's ward, and preferred 
her request very diffidently to the head thereof. 

“ There's a poor fellow down in my ward," she began — 
“ one of the commissionaries, who got his leg broken the 
other day by saving a child in the road from under a van. 


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and 1 was telling him yesterday about your little Dickey 
Trevor — being the same name as his own, you know; and 
he is so anxious to see the boy. I wonder if you’d let me 
carry him down for ten minutes?” 

The nurse in charge looked doubtful. 

“ Would the child care to go? 1 can’t have him upset — 
a fit of crying would throw him back dreadfully.” 

My poor Dick’s nurse felt pretty confident on that point. 

Will Dickey go down with nursie?” she asked, in her 
most coaxing tones; ‘‘ just to see a poor man in bed who 
wants so badly to see Dickey. ” 

Dickey, too, looked doubtful, but eventually curiosity 
got the better of him, and he stretched out his arms to- 
ward the nurse’s neck. 

“ I thought he’d come — the sweet little lad!” she cried; 
“ I’ll be very careful, and will bring him back in a few 
minutes.” 

“ Or at once if he begins to cry,” said the other, warn- 
ingly, as the two reached the door. 

But Dickey did not cry — did not, in fact, seem to think 
of it — and the good-natured nurse carried him carefully 
down and set him upon my poor Dick’s bed. 

‘‘ Here he is,” she said, cheerfully, “ and you’re not to 
make him cry, and 1 have to take him back in ten 
minutes. ” 

It must have been some instinct which made her turn 
away and go on with some trifiing occupation which she 
had in hand, leaving them together. And so they had 
come at last face to face, the father and child who had no 
knowledge of one another — the father who did not know 
that the child was his, and the child who did not know 
that he had a father. 


MY POOH DICK. 


71. 


CHAPTER XIIl. 

t)lCK AND DICKEY. 

Faith alone can interpret life, and the heart that aches and bleeds 
with the stigma of pain, alone bears the likeness of Christ, and can 
comprehend its daily enigma.— r/ie Golden Legend. 

Thus by aspirations lifted. 

By misgivings downward driven, 

Human hearts are tossed and drifted 
Midway between earth and heaven. 

King Trieanku. 

Aftee the nurse had set little Dickey down upon the 
bed and had turned away, my poor Dick lay and looked, 
with all his starved and aching heart shining out of his 
hollow eyes, at the child; and on his side the child, with 
his great blue eyes brimful of wonder and pity for the poor 
man whom he had been brought down-stairs to see, sat and 
stared solemnly at Dick. 

But Dick, at last, made an effort, and spoke in his 
gentlest and tenderest tones: 

“ Well, little fellow, he said, softly, “ so you have 
come to see me. And do you know what my name is?^^ 

The child shook his head, and shaped the word ‘‘ No 
with his lips, and his wondering eyes never stirred from 
Dick's quivering face. 

Dick tried to smile, and wondered what he should say 
next. The child, however, solved that question. 

‘^Big man," he said, confidentially, ‘Ms you going to 
cry?" 

The suggestion brought a smile to Dick's wan face, a 
very real smile, and he took the child's two hands in his 
own. 

“ Cry — no! Big men don't cry, you know. Did 1 look 
as if 1 were going to — ^hey?" 


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‘‘ Yes, I think you did,^’ the child answered, then added, 
blessed innocent that he was: “ My mammie cries some- 
times — Dickey don^t like her to. 

Dick drew him a shade nearer to him. 

‘‘ Does she cry? Tell me why.^^ 

But that was beyond the boy^s power, and the wonder 
came back into his eyes again. 

“ I don^t know, but I think mammie gets a pain just 
here,^^ spreading his little hand out over his heart — “ a 
drefful pain.^’ 

Dick gave a great sigh, and wondered! 

‘‘ And what is your mammie called, my little chap?^' he 
asked. 

‘^Why, my mammie,’^ answered Dickey, eying him 
with a contempt which said plainly that he ought to be 
ashamed of himself for asking such a silly question; she's 
my mammie." 

“ And what are you?" 

‘‘Mammie's sweetheart-dear," returned Dickey, with- 
out a moment's hesitation. 

And hasn't mammie any other sweetheart?" Dick 
asked. 

“ i am mammie's sweetheart," Dickey explained, with 
dignity. 

“ Yes, but you have a da-da, surely?" 

There, the words were out at last! My poor Dick 
blushed as they passed his lips, for he felt that they were 
an insult to his darling's goodness, which his heart could 
not doubt, though his reason equally could not help doing 
so. 

Little Dickey entered into an elaborate explanation. 

“Yes, 1 have a da-da," he said, knitting his brows to- 
gether, and frowning with the anxiety of trying to make 
the big but stupid man on whose bed he was sitting under- 
stand him; “ yes, 1 have a da-da; but he isn't here. He 


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wented away a long time ago, and my mammie doesn^t 
think he’ll ever come hack any more — never any more.” 

“ And what is he like?” My poor Dick spoke calmly, 
though his honest heart blazed up in one burst of fury, and 
the hand which he suddenly thrust out of sight under the 
bed-clothes would have liked dearly to pound the head of 
the brute, who had deserted his Nell, to a jelly. “ And 
what is he like?” he repeated, as calmly as he was capable 
at that moment. 

Dickey’s curly golden head began to shake to and fro. 

“ You tell me,” he said, persuasively. 

So Dick was beaten again. It was evident that the 
child — fine, intelligent little chap as he was — was not able 
to give information which he did not possess, nor even to 
give expression to the knowledge which be might have. 

‘‘ How old are you, my little man?” Dick asked. 

“ I’m three,” Dickey answered, promptly. 

“ And what’s your name?” 

“ Dickey,” as if he ought to know without asking. 

Dickey what?” 

“Dickey Trevor” — then, touching his breast, “that’s 
me. ” 

In spite of his anxiety to learn the truth, Dick could 
not help laughing out aloud, and just then the nurse came 
back to see how they were getting on. 

“ Well, are you tired of one another yet?” she asked 
cheerfully. “ Ah! you’ve had enough of him, haven’t 
you? You’re looking tired, so I’ll take him back. Would 
you like to go back to your own nurse now, Dickey?” 

Dickey,, who on the approach of another person had 
frozen into real baby shyness again, nodded and held out 
his hand to her. 

“ Then say good-bye and come along, my little man,” 
said the nurse, pleasantly. 

Dickey released his hand, and flung his two dear little 
arms round my poor Dick’s neck. “ Good-bye, big man,” 


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he said, and kissed him on the mouth, where no lips had 
touched him since that last sad morning in Colchester four 
weary years before. 

Dick held him close to his breast for a moment. 

“ Take him along, he said to the nurse, “he’s a jolly 
little chap; you must let him come and see me again.” 

“He shall,” she answered. “I suppose you’ve not 
found out any relationship between you?” 

“He’s no relation of mine,” answered Dick, shortly; 
then added, with a sigh, “ I wish he was — but he isn’t.” 

So she lifted the child in her arms and carried him off; 
and Dickey twined one little slender arm around her neck, 
and confided a secret to her: “ Big man was crying,” he 
whispered. 

The nurse laughed. 

“No, not crying, dearie,” she told him; “ but he is 
tired; he has been very ill, you know.” 

Yet, all the same, little Dickey’s innocent remark had 
struck very near to the truth, and if my poor Dick was 
not crying at that moment — well, he was very, very near 
to it. For he was lying in his cot, trembling still from 
the touch of her child’s baby lips upon his own! Her 
child, and the child that was not his. It is odd that there 
was no anger in his heart toward Nell — he understood, or 
tliought that he understood, which amounted to the same 
thing, so well the utter loneliness in which he had left her, 
he who ought to have been beside her to the end of their 
two lives! So, instead of feeling anger against her, he was 
only angry and savage with the father of the little child, 
who yet bore his name — yes, his name! It struck him as 
strange that she should have chosen to call the child after 
him, and that she should still be bearing his name — and 
yet, he had it from the child’s innocent baby lips that she 
often wept for him, and that her heart was aching still 
from the wound which he had caused in leaving her! 

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and in trouble went to the very bottom of his heart — the 
idea of putting himself quietly to sleep in the bosom of the 
Thames had faded away with the knowledge that it was no 
happy home which his appearance would disturb ! He had 
some thought of confiding in his friend the nurse, and ask- 
ing advice from her — then of sending for good Mrs. Jones; 
but no! He had a distinct remembrance of a doubtful 
look in Mrs. Joneses eyes when he had been declaring his 
belief in his darling^s goodness. No; Mrs. Jones would 
not do, she would not do at all! 

Well, he thought and he thought! He turned the whole 
matter over and over in his mind, but what to decide upon 
doing for the best he could not; finally, he made up his 
mind that the best and wisest course to take was to let 
things slide — to do nothing — to let events take their nat- 
ural course. 

In any case, when the morrow — visitors^ day — came, she 
would have to pass the door close to which his bed stood! 
He might catch a word or two of her dear voice, even a 
glimpse of her sweet face, and, after the starvation he had 
lived through since he parted from her, that would be 
something! My poor Dick — oh! my poor Dick! 


CHAPTER XIV. 

LIGHT OUT OF DARKNESS. 

The Storm is over, and through the parting clouds the radiant 
sunshine breaks upon my path. 

The Pilgrim’s Salutation. 

Bright was her face with smiles, and words of welcome and glad- 
ness 

Fell from her beautiful lips. 

Emngeline. 

1 MAY as well say at once that the tumult of emotions 
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heard his darling’s voice in the corridor had not been un- 
noticed by his especial nurse. Trust a woman long trained 
to the study of small signs to know when one of her 
patients had gone through such a struggle as his mental 
state had been. And Nurse 'Wilson, being of a nature 
which was observant above the ordinary, had put two and 
two together so very neatly that in her own mind they 
seemed never to have been other than four! She was puz- 
zled, and yet she saw everything clearly — the likeness be- 
tween the child and Dick, the circumstance of his fainting 
dead away when he heard the voice of the child’s mother 
in the corridor, his agitation when he came to himself 
again, yet his declaration that he had no relations, and that 
the child was nothing to him, the child whose name was 
the same as his. 

And yet it was puzzling! His declaration that the name 
of the woman whose voice he thought he had recognized 
was Fielding — yes, it was all very puzzling, but Nurse Wil- 
son was quite sure in her own mind that the child was, in 
spite of Dick’s assertion to the contrary, something to him, 
and that at some time or other he had been everything to 
the child’s mother. 

Well, having this idea firmly fixed in her mind. Nurse 
Wilson, during Friday evening and Saturday morning, did 
her best to keep her patient as quiet and calm as possible. 
It was an easy task, as it happened, for Dick was very weak 
and inclined to exhaustion after the boy had been carried 
back to his own ward again, so that he was content to lie 
perfectly still, turning things over in his mind, and look- 
ing forward, with a strange passionate awed kind of dread, 
to the chance he might possibly, if he were very lucky, 
have on the morrow of hearing her voice again. Then, in 
a sort of ecstasy, he thought of what life would become to 
him if they should meet, and she could explain away his 
doubts, or at least come to him and let herself be his own 
again — of what a life they would have together — how they 


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would go up to the park when the days began to get warm 
and bright, and they would sit together under the trees 
among the lords and ladies, and rank and fashion, just as 
they had done in their blissful blessed week of honey- 
moon. 

Ah ! well, well, it was only a dream, and dreams are at 
best but unsatisfactory affairs. My poor Dick awoke from 
it with a shiver and a sigh, and then — set himself to try 
and dream it all over again! So it may be believed Nurse 
Wilson had but little difficulty in keeping him composed 
and quiet. 

But she contrived to be at the door of the ward when 
little Dickey^s mother passed along the corridor on that 
Saturday afternoon on her way to the ward where the child 
was! And she greeted her kindly. 

Is that you?^^ she began — “ come to see the little man 
again? You^ll find him going on very nicely. 

“ Ah, I'm thankful for that," answered the sweet voice 
that reached Dick as he lay in his cot behind the door and 
sent the hot blood dancing to and fro in his veins as if it 
was all gone crazy; for you don't know what an anxiety 
this accident has been to me. Of course, with my business 
to look after, 1 couldnH nurse him myself, but it was a 
trial to me to let him go away from me. " 

“ How did the accident happen?" asked the nurse, in an 
interested tone. 

‘‘ Well, you see, 1 had just gone in out of the shop — I'm 
a florist, you know — and I filled the tea-pot and put it on 
the table, and just as I turned to get the sugar-basin off 
the chiffonier, the poor little fellow had pulled the cloth 
and dragged the whole of the scalding tea over his chest 
and body. Oh, how frightened I was!" she ended. 

‘‘ And you live quite alone? You had nobody to help 
you with him?" 

“Not a soul! I have a woman who comes in to clean 
up every day, but she had gone. So I ran in for a neigh- 


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bor, and got his clothes off in a minute or two. And then 
I saw that it was a serious accident, for the skin peeled off 
his neck; and he cried, oh, how he cried ! Poor little fel- 
low, how thankful I was when they put the starch on and 
he was quiet a bit.^^ 

“ Well, you^ll have to be careful with him for a good bit 
yet,^^ returned the nurse, with all her professional interest 
aroused. “ He will feel the shock for a long time, and if 
he gets measles or whooping-cough, or any of those things, 
he^ll not stand auch a good chance of shaking them off as 
if he hadn't had this accident; feed him up well when you 
get him home again, and let him play about as much as 
ever you can; that's the best you can do for him." 

“ I will," the mother answered. “ AVell, I must be go- 
ing up to him. Thank you so much, nurse, for all the in- 
terest you've taken in him. Good-bye — or perhaps I shall 
see you again. " 

“Very likely; I'm always about," Nurse Wilson an- 
swered, cheerily. 

The child's mother, my poor Dick's wife, passed on her 
way, and the nurse turned back into the ward. Now 
Dick's bed lay just behind the door, and through the chink 
left when it was set open, he had hoped he might be able 
to catch a glimpse of his Nell as she passed. Yet, when 
he heard her speaking to the nurse, so near that he could 
have joined in the conversation as easily as possible with- 
out raising his voice, such a trembling took possession of 
him that he could not even lift himself on his elbow, and 
could only lie there helpless, and shaking in every limb. 

He was still shaking when Nurse Wilson stopped at his 
bedside to speak to him, taking no notice of his condition. 

“That was the child's motor," she remarked in a 
casual kind of way, and beginning diligently to tidy the 
bed-clothes, which were quite straight and did not need it. 

“Yes, I heard it was," Dick replied, in a voice scarcely 
above a whisper. 


MY POOR DICK. 


79 


“ You heard what she said, I dare say?’^ 

l)ick nodded. 

“ About the accident?^^ 

“ Yes.^^ 

Ah, poor little chap, he^ll feel the effects of it for 
many a day yet. Well, such accidents will happen. I 
often wonder there areii^t more of them, for it’s anything 
but easy for a body living alone to be after a child at every 
turn. And, poor little things, there’s so much that they 
mayn’t do.” 

“ He was very badly scalded?” Dick asked, trying hard 
to steady his voice. 

Yes, it was a bad case,” answered the nurse, who was 
more sure now than ever that he was the child’s father and 
that the mother did not know that he was in the hospital. 

There was a moment’s silence; she set a bottle and glass 
straight with a niceness which was labor thrown away, and 
presently she added, still in the same chatty casual sort of 
tone: 

“ She is a florist.” 

“ Yes, I heard,” Dick answered, more distinctly. 

“H’m — nice paying business, a florist’s, and clean — 
nothing nasty about it, and it’s generally among a superior 
class of people. Well, I must go and see about No. 5; 
he’s not so well to-day. ” 

She moved quietly away, leaving Dick to his thoughts 
again, and went to the side of bed No. 5, but, to her sur- 
prise and pleasure, its occupant was in an easy sound slum- 
ber — if the truth be told, the first good sleep that the poor 
fellow had had for days past. 

Seeing this, the nurse crept softly — jes, they do tread 
softly in some London hospitals, and Charing Cross is one 
of them — away, and, finding all her patients pretty quiet, 
she slipped out of the -ward, and went up to seek little 
Dickey Trevor’s mother, whom she found with Dickey on 
her knee, closely hugged up against her heart. 


80 


MY POOE DICK. 


“ Why, you^U soon be able to take him home at this 
rate/^ she remarked, cheerfully — Nurse Wilson was a very 
cheerful woman. 

“ Oh, very soon; but not till Dickey is quite well. Eh, 
Dickey?” 

“ But Dickey will soon be well now,” cried +he child, 
smiling up at the nurse. 

“ And then Dickey must come and see us sometimes,” 
she said, laughing. 

“ Oh, yes, Dickey will come,” answered the child. 

Nurse Wilson rested herself on the edge of the table be- 
side which Nell was sitting, and pulled out the edge of her 
apron. 

“Mrs. Trevor,” she said presently, “did you ever 
know any one called Fielding?” 

“ I knew myself,” replied Nell, smiling. 

‘ ‘ Y ourself ! I donT understand . ^ ^ 

“ No? Well, my name was Fielding, that is all,” said 
NeU, simply. 

“ And you Ye a widow?” 

“ Yes ” — with a sigh. “ Dickey and 1 are quite alone 
in the world — quite alone.” 

“ And your husband died — ” 

“ My husband was drowned in the Caubool Eiver during 
the war in Afghanistan. He had to leave me behind when 
the regiment went to India, and — and he never saw my 
Dickey — never even knew that he was coming. IVe re- 
gretted it ever since, but he took the parting so to heart, 
poor lad, and I was real afraid to tell him. And then just 
when I got on at the floristY business, and thought I might 
tell him everything, I got the news that he was drowned. 
My poor Dick,” she ended, with her eyes full of tears — 
“ my poor darling Dick!” 

“Mrs. Trevor,” said the nurse, “ I^m going to say 
something that will startle you. But stay, tell me what 
regiment your husband was in?” 


MY POOR DICK. 


81 


\ “In the Cuirassiers/^ she answered, with a startled look. 

“Look here/^ said the nurse, “are you sure that he 
was drowned 

“ As sure as I can be.^^ 

“ Have you spoken to any one who saw the accident?’^ 

“No; but I went to the War Office. I saw the official 
report.’^ 

“Oh! official report — I donH think much of that. Put 
the child down, and come with me. If IVe made a mis- 
take, you’ll furgive me, I know. But there’s a broken leg 
in my ward, called Richard Trevor, and I’d like you to see 
him.” 

NeU put down the child as she was bidden, and stood up 
on her feet; hut she was shaking in every limb, and could 
hardly stand. 

“ Why, my dear,” said the nurse, kindly, “ this won’t 
do at all. Pull yourself together, and be calm. Remem- 
ber that he has been very ill, and must not be upset.” 

But poor Nell’s nerves were not in the best order. She 
could only whisper — “ A drink,” and hold fast by the 
table. However, when she had had a drink of water, and 
had been soothed down by Nurse Wilson, she said that she 
felt able to go down and see the broken leg whose name 
was Richard Trevor. 

I give you my word I don’t know how to write what 
happened next; it was all over so quickly, for there seemed 
to be but a bewildered stare from either of them after Nell 
had reached the bedside, a cry of “ Dick, Dick, Dick!” 
from her, a sort of scuffie, and a sudden burst of passion- 
ate tears. 

But the nurse drew the screen round the bed a bit, and 
whispered the story to the doctor, who had come in just 
at that moment to look at N o. 5 ; and the doctor, who was 
young and sympathetic, lifted his eyebrows and smiled, 
passing on with a pleasant, “ Why, nurse, you ought to 
have a medal, ’pon my word you ought. ” And after that 


82 


MY POOR DICK. 


it was wonderful how soon and how easily everything was 
explained, and how soon, too, my poor Dick got his old 
nerve back, and all the old debonair gayety of manner. 

“But the little chap must be more than three he 
said, when Nell had fetched the boy and set him proudly 
upon the bed. 

“ Three and a half, Dick,^^ said Nell, with dignity. 
“ He was born on the 3d of August. 

Before- long -Nel] -had. go, for the hour for visitors to 
leave had come; but though it was hard to leave her new- 
found joy so soon, yet it was with a different heart that she 
reached her Httle home again. It was small, but it was 
cozy, and it would be hers and his — and Nell looked round 
the little parlor with radiant smiles. She must have all 
made fresh and bright for him when he was well enough 
to come home — a few flowers here, a large arm-chair of a 
size for a big fellow like Dick, to stand in that corner; a 
tobacco- jar — oh, yes, of all things she must have a smart 
tobacco-jar, and — and — Then somehow my dear Nell 
slipped down upon her knees, and buried her face in the 
cushion of the sofa. 

“ Wicked woman that I am,^^ she cried, “ to be so glad 
and have never a thought for Him that sent me my Dick 
back again. But I am grateful, I am. Father in Heaven 
above, I do thank Thee — oh! I do thank TheeT^ 


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Alex. McVeigh Miller 20 

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gene Sue. Part H 30 

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gene Sue. Parti 30 

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cietj\ By Mrs. Forrester — 10 

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Cecil Hay 20 

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Donald 20 

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Charlotte M. Bi-aeme, author 
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Cecil Hay 20 

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M. Braeme, author of “ Dora 
Thorne” 10 

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Thome” 10 

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Braeme, author of “ Dora 
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Duchess” 10 

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Cashel -Hoey 20 

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Rodney’s Secret. By Mrs. 

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By Mead and Stream. By Chas. 

Gibbon 20 

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of the Susquehanna. By J. 

Fenimore Cooper 20 

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Fables. By R. E. Franeillon. 10 
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heritance. By Mrs. Oliphant. 10 
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Charlotte M. Braeme, author 

of “ Dora Thome ” 10 

Willful Maid, A. By Charlotte 
M. Braerqe, author of “ Dora 

Thorne” 20 

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Besant 10 

Portent, The. By George Mac- 
donald 10 

Phantastes. A Faerie Romance 
for Men and Women, By 

George Macdonald 10 

Raymond’s Atonement. (From 
the German of E. Werner.) 

By Christina Tyrrell 30 

Babiole, the Pretty Milliner. 
(Translated from the French 
of Fortund Du Boisgobey.) 

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(Translated from the French 
of FortunS Du Boisgobey.) 

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Polish Jew, The. (Translated 
from the French by Caroline 
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Chatrian 10 

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Loves. Bj’" Margaret Lee 20 

Gerald. By Eleanor C. Price.. 20 
Judith Wynne. By author of 
“Lady Lovelace” 20 


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From the Life of a Private 
Pupil. By Frank E. Smedley 20 
Marriage of Convenience, A. 


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White Witch, The. A Novel... 20 

Philistia. By Cecil Power 20 

Memoirs and Resolutions of 
Adam Graeme of Mossgray, 
including some Chronicles of 
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379 Home as Found. (Sequel to 

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380 Wyandotte; or. The Hutted 

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381 Red Cardinal, The. By Frances 

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382 Three Sisters; or, Sketches of 

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386 Led Astray ; or, “ La Petite 

Comtesse.” Octave Feuillet. 10 

387 Secret of the Cliffs, The. By 

Charlotte French 20 


388 Addie's Husband ; or, Through 

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author of “ Love or Lands?”. 10 

389 Ichabod. A Portrait. By Bertha 


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390 Mildred Trevanion. By “The 

Duchess ” 10 

391 Heart of Mid-Lothian, The. By 

Sir Walter Scott 20 

392 Peveril of the Peak. By Sir 

Walter Scott 20 

393 Pirate, The. By Sir Walter Scott ^ 

394 Bravo, The. By J. Fenimore 

Cooper 20 

395 Archipelago on Fire, The. By 

Jules Verne 10 

396 Robert Ord’s Atonement. By 

Rosa Nouchette Carey 20 

397 Lionel Lincoln ; or, The Leaguer 

of Boston. By J. Fenimore 
Cooper 20 

398 Matt: A Tale of a Caravan. 

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399 Miss Brown. By Vernon Lee. . 20 

400 Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish, The. 

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401 Waverley. By Sir Walter Scott 20 

402 Lilliesleaf ; or. Passages in the 

Life of Mrs. Margaret Jlait- 
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Oliphant 20 

403 An English Squire. By C. R. 

Coleridge 20 

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414 Miles Wallingford. (Sequel to 

“ Afloat and Ashore.”) ByJ. 

Fenimore Cooper 20 

416 Ways of the Hour, The. By J. 
Fenimore Cooper 20 

416 Jack Tier ; or, The Florida Reef. 

By J. Fenimore Cooper 20 

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St. Valentine’s Day. By Sir 
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Scott 20 

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l^Ianuscripts. By J. Fenimore 
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Injin. Being the conclusion 
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Cooper 20 

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Bee-Hunter. ByJ. Fenimore 
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worth Taylor 20 

427 Remarkable History of Sir 

Thomas Upmore, Bart., M.P., 
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“ Tommy Upmore.” By R. 

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428 Z6ro: A, Story of Monte-Carlo. 

By Mrs. Campbell-Praed 10 


429 Boulderstone ; or. New Men and 

Old Populations. By W. Sime 10 

430 Bitter Reckoning. A. By the au- 

thor of “ B}’^ (Drooked Paths ” 10 

431 Monikins, The. By J. Fenimore 


Cooper 20 

432 Witch’s Head, The. By H. 

Rider Haggard 20 

433 My Sister Kate. By Charlotte 

M. Braeme, author of ” Dora 

Thorne” 10 

4S4 Wyllard’s Weiid. By Miss M. E. 

Braddon 20 

435 Klytia: A Story of Heidelberg 
Castle. By George Taylor. . . 20 


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Life and Adventures of Martin 
Clhuzzlewit. By Charles Dick- 
ens. First half 20 

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Chuzzlewit. By Charles Dick- 
ens. Second half 20 

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Mathers 10 

Great Expectations. By Charles 

Dickens 20 

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Charles Dickens 10 

Sea Change, A. By Flora L. 

Shaw 20 

Ranthorpe. By George Henry 

Lewes '. 20 

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Heart of Jane Warnerj The. By- 

Florence Marryat 20 

Shadow of a Crime, The. By- 

Hall Caine 20 

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By Chas. Dickens . ... 20 

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Robinson 20 

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Charlotte M. Braeme, author 
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466 Between Two Loves. By Char- 

lotte M. Braeme, author of 
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lotte M. Braeme, author of 
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468 Fortunes, Good and Bad, of a 

Sewing-Girl, The. By Char- 
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469 Lady Damer’s Secret: or, A 

Guiding Star. By Cliarlotte 
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Thorne” 20 

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51. Braeme, author of “ Dora 
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lotte M. Braeme, author of 
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474 Serapis. By George Ebers 20 

475 Prima Donna’s Husband, The. 20 

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476 Between Two Sins; or, 5IarrieJ 

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I’art H 20 

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quoid ■ 20 

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Miss 51. E. Braddon .20 

481 House That Jack Built, The. 

By Alison 10 

482 Vagrant Wife, A. By F. Warden 20 

483 Betwixt 5Iy Love and Me. By 

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485 Tinted Vapours. By J. 5Iaclareu 

Cobban 10 

486 Dick’s Sweetheart. By “ The 

Duchess ” 20 

487 Put to the Test. Edited by 

5Iiss 51. E. Braddon 20 

488 Joshua Haggard's Daughter. 

By 5Iiss 51. E. Braddon 20 

489 Rupert Godwin. By 5Iiss 51. E. 

Braddon 20 

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ander 20 


491 Society in London. By a For- 


eign Roeident 10 

492 5Iij:non ; or. Booties’ Baby, By 

J. S. Winter. Illustrate 10 

493 Colonel Enderby’s AVife. By 

Lucas 5Ialet 20 

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bara. By “ The Duchess ”... 10 

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Braddon 20 

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51. E. Braddon 20 

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E. Braddon 20 

498 Only a Clod. By Miss M. E. 

Braddon 20 

499 Cloven Foot, The. By 5Iiss 51. 

E. Braddon 20 

500 Adrian Vidal. Bv W. E. Norris 20 

501 Mr. Butler sAVard. By F. Mabel 

Robinson 20 

502 Carriston's Gift. By Hugh 

Conway, author of “Called 
Back” 10 


503 Tinted Venus, The. By F. Anstey 10 

504 Curly : An Actor’s Story. By 

John C’.olemau. Illustrated. 10 

505 Society of London, Tlie. B^’ 

Count Paul Vasili 10 

506 Lady Lovelace. B3’ the author 

of* “Judith Wynne” 20 

507 Chronicles of the Canongate, 

and Other Stories. By Sir 
AValter Scott 10 

508 Unlioly Wish, The. By 5Irs. 

Henry AVood 10 

509 Nell Haffenden. By Tighe Hop- 

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510 Mad Love, A. By the author of 

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511 Strange AA’orld, A. By 5Iiss 51. 

E. Braddon 20 

512 Waters of Hercules. The 20 

513 Helen AA'hitney’s AA'edding, and 

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maine’s Divorce. By Char- 
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“Dora Thorne” 20 

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Stories. By “ The Duchess ’" 10 

518 Hidden Sin, The. A Novel 20 

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520 She’s All the Avorld to 5Ie. By 

Hall Caine 10 

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Byrrne 20 

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Alma Tadema 10 

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Rhoda Broughton 20 

759 In Shallow Waters. By Annie 

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H. G. Kingston 20 

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764 Evil Gienius, The. By Wilkie 

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765 Not Wisely, But Too Well. By 

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767 Joan. By Rhoda Broughton. . 20 
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Boisgobey. 2d half 20 

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M. Yonge 20 

784 Two Miss Flemings, The. By au- 

thor of “What’s His Offence?” 20 

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“ The Duchess ” 10 

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788 Absentee, The. An Irish Story. 

By Maria Edgeworth 20 

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White and Black Ribaumont. 
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795 Sam’s Sweetheart. By Helen 

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796 In a Grass Country. By Mrs. 

H. Lovett Cameron 20 

797 Look Before You Leap. By 

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799 My Lady Green Sleeves. By 

Helen B. Mathers 20 


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from the Life of a Spinster. 
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The Good-Natured Man. By 


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802 Stern Chase, A. By Mrs.Cashel- 

Hoey 20 

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boom-Toussaint 20 

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way, author of "Called Back ” 20 


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ander. First half 20 

Her Dearest Foe. By Mrs. Alex- 
ander. Second half 20 

If Love Be Love. D. Cecil Gibbs 20 
King Arthur. Not a Love Story. 

By Miss Mulock 20 

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Tryst ” 10 

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Head Station, The. By Mrs. 

Campbell-Praed 20 

No Saint, B}^ Adeline Sergeant 20 
Army Society Life in a Garri- 
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Winter 10 

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Mrs. Alexander 20 

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Alexander 10 

Rogues and Vagabonds, By 
George R. Sims, author of 

“’Ostler Joe” 20 

Stabbed in the Dark. By Mrs. 

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Pluck. By John Strange Winter 10 
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Warden 20 

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Charlotte M. Braeme, author 

of “Dora Thorne.” 20 

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840 One Thing Needful; or, The 

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847 Bad to Beat. By Hawley Smart 10 

848 My Friend Jim. By W. E. Norris 20 

849 Wicked Girl, A. ]\iary Cecil Hay 20 

850 Playwright’s Daughter, A. By 

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851 Cry of Blood, The. By F. Du 

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858 Old Ma’m’selle’s Secret. By E. 

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862 Ugly Barrington. By ” The 

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868 “My Own Child.” By Florence 

Marryat 20 

864 “ No Intentions.” By Florence 
Marryat 20 


865 Written in Fire. By Florence 

Marryat 20 

866 Miss Harrington’s Husband; or. 

Spiders of Society. By Flor- 
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867 Girls of Feversham, The. By 

Florence Marryat 20 

868 Petronel. By Florence Marryat ^ 

869 Poison of Asps, The. By Flor- 

ence Marryat 10 

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ence Marryat 10 

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E. Norris 20 

872 With Cupid’s Eyes. By Flor- 

ence Marryat 20 

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Florence Marryat 20 

874 House Party, A. By “ Ouida”. 10 

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876 Mignon’s Secret. John Strange 

Winter.... 10 

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ence Marryat 20 

878 Little Tu’penny. By S. Bartng- 

Gould 10 

879 Touchstone of Peril, The. By 

R. E. Forrest 20 

880 Son of His Father, The. By 

yirs. Oliphant 20 

881 Mohawks. In Two Parts, each 20 

882 Children of Gibeon. By Walter 

Besant .■ 20 

883 Once Again. By Mrs. Forrester 20 

884 Voyage to the Cape, A. By W. 

Clark Russell 20 

885 Les Mis6rables. Victor Hugo. 

Part 1 20 

885 Les MisSrables. Victor Hugo. 
Part II 20 

885 Les Mis6rables. Victor Hugo. 

Part in 20 

886 Paston Carew, Millionaire and 

Miser. Mrs. E. Lynn Linton. 20 

887 Modern Telemachus, A. By 

Charlotte M. Yonge 20 

888 Treasure Island. Robert Louis 

StHvenson 10 

889 An Inland Voyage. By Robert 

Louis Stevenson 10 

890 Mistletoe Bough, The. Christ- 

mas, 1886. Edited by Miss M. 

E. Braddon 20 

891 Vera Nevill; or. Poor Wisdom’s 

Chance. By Mrs. H. Lovett 
Cameron 20 

892 That Winter Night; or. Love’s 

Victory. Robert Buchanan. . 10 

893 Love’s Conflict. By Florence 

Marryat. First half 20 

893 Love’s Conflict. By Florence 

Marryat. Second half 20 

894 Doctor Cupid. By Rhoda 

Broughton 20 

895 Star and a Heart, A. By Flor- 

ence Marryat 10 

896 Guilty River, The. By Wilkie 

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and Her Romeo, by David 
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and Juliet, by William Black, 20 

899 Little Stepson, A. By Florence 

Marryat 10 

900 Woman’s Wit, By. By Mr s, Al- 

exander 20 

901 Lucky Disappointment, A. By 

Florence Marryat 10 

903 Poor Gentleman, A. By Mrs. 

Oliphant 20 

903 Phylfida. By Florence Marryat ^ 

904 Holy Rose, The. By Walter Be- 

sant 10 

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ence Marryat 20 

906 World Went Very Well Then, 

The. By Walter Besant 20 

907 Bright Star of Life, The. By 

B. L. Farjeon 20 

908 Willful Young Woman, A ^ 

909 Nine of Hearts, The. By B. L. 

Farjeon 20 

910 She: A History of Adventure. 

By H. Rider Haggard 20 


911 Golden Bells: A Peal in Seven 

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915 That Other Person. By Mrs, 

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Russell, 20 

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gobey. First half 20 

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gobey. Second half 20 

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ter, etc. By Alfred, Lord 
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920 Child of the Revolution, A. By 

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By Rosa Mulholland 10 

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Braeme, author of “Dora 
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287 At War With Herself. By Char- 
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924 ’Twixt Smile and Tear. Char- 

lotte M. Braeme, author of 
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925 The Outsider. Hawley Smart. 20 


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more. 1st and 2d half, each. 20 


927 Sweet Cymbeline. By Char- 

lotte M. Braeme, author of 

“Dora Thorne” 20 

294 Hilda; or. The False Vow. By 
Charlotte M. Braeme 10 

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Charlotte M. Braeme, author 
of “Dora Thorne.” (Large 
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Miller's Daughter. By Char- 
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“Dora Thorne” 20 

930 Uncle Max. By Rosa Nouchette 

Carey. In Two Parts, each.. 20 

931 Lady Diana’s Pride. By Char- 

lotte M. Braeme, author of 

“Dora Thorne” 20 

933 Queenie’s Whim. Rosa Nou- 
chette Carey, Two Parts,each 20 

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934 Wooed and Married. Rosa Nou- 

chette Carey. 2 parts, each. . 20 
985 Borderland. Jessie Fothergill. 20 

936 Nellie’s Memories. Rosa Nou- 

chette Carey, Two Parts,each 30 

937 Cashel Byroms Profession. By 

George Bernard Shaw' 20 

938 Cranford. By Mrs. Gaskell.... 20 

939 Why Not? Florence Marryat.. 20 

940 The Jlerry Men, and Other Tales 

and Fables, By Robert Louis 
Stevenson 20 

941 Jess. By H. Rider Haggard. .. 20 

942 Cash on Delivery. By F. Du 

Boisgobey 20 

943 Weavers and Weft; or, “ Love 

that Hath Us in His Net.” By 
Miss M. E. Braddon,, 20 

944 The Professor. By Charlotte 

Bront6 20 

945 The Trumpet-Major. Thomas 

Hardy 20 

946 The Dead Secret. By Wilkie 

Collins 20 

947 Publicans and Sinners; or, Lu- 

cius Davor en. By Miss M. E. 
Braddon. First half 20 

947 Publicans and Sinners; or, Lu- 

cius Davoren. By Miss M. E. 

Braddon, Second half 20 

293 The Shadow of a Sin. By Char- 
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“ Dora Thorne ” 10 

948 The Shadow of a Sin. By Char- 

lotte M, Braeme, author of 
“ Dora Thorne.” (Large type 
edition) 20 

949 Claribel’s Love Story; or. 

Love’s Hidden Depths. By 
Charlotte M. Braeme, author 

of “Dora Thorne” 20 

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ess.” (Large type edition). . . 30 

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Thorne ” 10 


962 Woman’s War, A. By Charlotte 

M. Braeme, author of “ Dora 
Thorne.” (Large t3 pe edition) 20 
897 Hilary’s Folly; or. Her Mar- 
riage Vow. By Charlotte M. 
Braeme, author of ” Dora 
Thorne” 10 

963 Hilary’s Foil}"; or. Her Mar- 

riage Vow. By Charlotte M. 
Braeme, author of ” Dora 
Thorne.” (Large type edition) 20 


954 A Girl’s Heart. By the author 

of “Nobody’s Darling” 20 

288 From Gloom to Sunlight; or. 
From Out the Gloom. By 
Charlotte 31. Braeme, author 
of “ Dora Thorne ” 10 


955 From Gloom to Sunlight; or. 
From Out the Gloom. By 
Chai lotte M. Braeme, author 
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957 The Woodlanders. By Thomas 

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958 A Haunted Life; or. Her Terri- 

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959 Dawn. By H. Rider Haggard. 20 

960 Elizabeth’s Fortune. By Bertha 

Thomas 20 

961WeeWifie. By Rosa Nouchette 

Carey 20 

962 Sabina Zembra. By William 
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Black. Second half 20 

963 Worth Winning. By Mrs. H. 

Lovett Cameron 20 

964 A Struggle for the Right; or. 

Tracking the Truth 20 


965 Periwinkle. By Arnold Gray. . 20 
•66 He, by the author of “King 
Solomon’s Wives”; and A 
Siege Baby and Childhood’s 

3Ieinone.s. by J. S. Winter 20 

287 Repented at Leisure. By Char- 
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“ Dora Thorne.” (Large type 
edition) 20 

967 Repented at Leisure. By Char- 

lotte M. Braeme, author of 
“ Dora Thorne ” 10 

968 Blossom and Fruit; or, 3Ia- 

dame’s Ward. By the author 
of “Wedded Hands” 20 

969 The Mystery of Colde Fell ; or. 

Not Proven. By Charlotte 31. 
Braeme, author of “ Dora 
Thorne ” 20 1 


970 King Solomon’s Wives; or. The 
Phantom 3Iines. By Hyder 


Ratrged. (Illustrated) 20 

971 Garrison Gossip: Gathered in 

Blankhampton. By John 
Strange Winter 20 

972 Gold Elsie. By E. Jlarlitt 20 

973 Tlie Squire’s Darling. By Char- 

lotte 31. Braeme, author of 
“Dora Thorne” 20 

974 Strathmore; or, 3Vrought by 

His Own Hand. By “ Ouida.” 
First half 20 

974 Strathmore; or. Wrought by 

His Own Hand. By “ Ouida.” 
Second half 20 

975 A Dark 3Iarriage 3Iorn. By 

Charlotte M. Braeme, author 
of “Dora Thorne” 20 


976 Robur the Conqueror; or, A 
Trip Round the World in a 


Flying 3Iachine. Jules Verne 20 

977 The Haunted Hotel. By Wilkie 

Collins 20 

978 Her Second Love. By Char- 

lotte 31. Braeme, author of 
“Dora Thorne” 20 

979 The Count’s Secret. By Emile 

Gaboriau. Part 1 20 

979 The Count’s Secret. By Emile 

Gaboriau. Part H 20 

980 To Call Her Mine. By Walter 

Besant 20 

981 Granville deVigne; or. Held in 

Bondage. By “Ouida.” 1st 
half 20 

981 Granville deVigne; or. Held in 

Bondage. By “Ouida.” 2d 
half 20 

982 The Duke’s Secret. By Char- 

lotte 31. Braeme, author of 
“Dora Thome” 20 

983 Uarda. A Romance of Ancient 

Egypt. By George Ebers 20 

984 Her Own Sister. By E. A 

Williamson 20 

985 On Her Wedding 3Iorn, and 

The Mystery of the Holly- 
Tree. Charlotte 31. Braeme, 
author of “ Dora Thorne ” 20 

986 The Great Hesper. By Frank 

Barrett 20 


987 Brenda Yorke, and Upon the 

Waters. By 3Iary Cecil Hay. 20 

988 The Shattered Idol, and Letty 


Leigh. Charlotte 31. Braeme, 
author of “ Dora Thorne ”... 20 

989 Allan Quatermain. By H. Rider 

Haggard 20 

990 The Eiarl’s Error, and Arnold’s 

Promise. By Charlotte 31. 
Braeme, author of “Dora 
Thorne” 20 

991 3Ir. 3Iidshipman Easy. By Cap- 

tain 3Iarryat 20 

992 3Iarrying and Giving in 3Iar- 

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995 An Unnatural Bondage, and 

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996 Idalia. By “ OuiJa.” 1st half. 20 

996 Idalia. By“Ouida.” Sd half. 20 

997 Forging the Fetters, and The 

Australian Aunt. By Mrs. 
Alexander 20 

998 Open, Sesame 1 By Florence 

Marryat 20 

999 The Second Wife. E. Marlitt. 20 
1000 Puck. By “ Ouida.” 1st half 20 

1000 Puck. By “ Ouida.” 2d half. 20 

1001 Lady Adelaide’s Oath; or. The 

Castle’s Heir. By Mrs. Henry 
Wood 20 


1002 Marriage at a Venture. By 

Emile Gaboriau 20 

1003 Chandos. By “Ouida.” 1st 

half 20 

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half 20 

1004 Mad Dumaresq. By Florence 

Marryat 20 

1005 99 Dark Street.* F.W. Robinson 20 

1006 His Wife’s Judgment. By 

Charlotte M. Braeme, author 
of “ Dora Thorne ” 20 

1007 Miss Gascoigne. By Mrs. J. 

H. Riddell 20 

1008 A Thorn in Her Heart. By 

Charlotte M. Braeme, author 
of “Dora Thorne” 20 

1009 In an Evil Hour, and Other 

Stories. By “ The Duchess ” 20 

1010 Golden Gates. By Charlotte 

]\I. Braeme, author of “ Dora 
Thorne ” 20 

1011 Texar’s Vengeance; or. North 

Versus South. Jules Verne. 
Part 1 20 


1011 Texar’s Vengeance: or. North 

Versus South. By Jules Verne 
Part II 20 

1012 A Nameless Sin. By Charlotte 

M. Braeme, author of “ Dora 
Thome ” 20 

1013 The Confessions of Gerald 

Estcourt. Florence Marryat. 20 

1014 A Mad Love. By Charlotte M. 

Braeme, author of “ Dora 
Thorne ” 20 

1015 A Thousand Francs Reward. 

By Emile Gaboriau 20 

1016 A Modern Circe. By “ The 

Duchess” 20 

1017 Tricotrin. TheStory of a Waif 

and Stray. “Ouida.” 1st half 20 

1017 Tricotrin. TheStory of a Waif 

and Stray. “ Ouida.” 2d half 20 

1018 Two Marriages, By Miss Mu- 

lock 20 

1019 Major and Minor. By W. E, 

Norris. 1st half 20 

1019 Major and Minor. By W. E. 
|<oiTi«. 2d half 20 


1020 Michael Strogoff; or, The Cou- 

rier of the Czar. Jules Verne 20 

1021 The Heir to Ashley, and The 

Red -Court Farm. By Mrs. 
Henry Wood 20 

1022 Driven to Bay. By Florence 

Marryat 20 

1023 Next of Kin— Wanted. By M. 

Betham-Edwards 20 

1024 Under the Storm; or. Stead- 

fast’s Charge. By Charlotte 
M. Yonge 20 

1025 Daisy’s Dilemma. By Mrs. H. 

Lovett Cameron 20 

1026 A Dark Inheritance. By Mary 

Cecil Hay 20 

1027 A Life’s Secret. Bj’ Mrs. Henry 

Wood 20 

1028 A Devout Lover ; or, A Wasted 

Love. By Mrs. H. Lovett Cam- 
eron 20 

1029 Armadale. By Wilkie Collins. 

1 st half 20 

1029 Armadale. By Wilkie Collins. 

2 d half 20 


1030 The IMistress of Ibichstein. By 

Fr. Henkel 20 

1031 Irene’s Vow. By Charlotte M. 

Braeme, author of “ Dora 
Thorne” 20 

1032 Miguon’s Husband. By John 

Strange Winter 20 

1033 Esther: A Story for Girls. By 

Rosa Nouchette Carey 20 

1034 The Silence of Dean Maitland. 

By Maxwell Gray 20 

1035 The Duchess. Bj’^ “ The Duch- 

ess” 20 

1036 Like and Unlike. By Miss M. 

E. Braddon 20 

1037 Scheherazade: A London 

Nights Entertainment. By 
Florence Warden 20 

1038 Mistress and Maid. By Miss 

Mulock 20 

1039 T)river Dallas. B 3 ' John Strange 

Winter 10 

1010 Clarissa’s Ordeal. By the au- 
thor of “A Great Mistake.” 
First half 20 

1040 Clarissa’s Ordeal. By the au- 

thor of “ A Great Mistake.” 
Second half 20 


1041 Home Again. By George Mac- 

donald 20 

1042 Lady Grace. Mrs Henry Wood 20 

1043 P’aust. By Goethe 20 

1044 The Frozen Pirate. By W, 

Clark Russell 20 

1045 The 13th Hussars. By Emile 

Gaboriau 20 

1046 Jessie. By the author of “ Ad- 

die’s Husband ” 90 

1047 Marvel. By “The Duchess”.. 90 
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1049 A Tale of Three Lions, and On 
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1051 The Misadventures of John 

Nicholson. By Robert Louis 
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1052 Sip:na’s Sweetheart. By Char- 

lotte M. Braeme, author of 
“Dora Thome” 20 

1053 Young Mrs. Jardine. By Miss 

Mulock...# 20 

1054 Mona’s Choice. By Mrs. Alex- 

ander 20 

1055 Katharine Regina. By Walter 

Besant 20 

1056 The Bride of the Nile. By 

George Ebers. let half 20 

1056 The Bride of the Nile. By 

George Ebers. 2d half 20 

1057 A Life Interest. By Mrs. Alex- 

ander 20 


1058 Masaniello ; or, The Fisherman 

of Naples. Alexander Dumas 20 

1059 Confessions of an English Opi- 

um-Eater, and The English 
Mail-Coach. By Thomas De 


Quincey 20 

1060 The Lady of the Lake. By Sir 

Walter Scott, Bart 20 

1061 A Queer Race : The Story of a 

Strange People. By William 
Westall 20 

1062 The Deerslayer; or, The First 

War-Path. By J. Fenimore 
Cooper. First half 20 

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War-Path. By J. Fenimore 
Cooper. Second Half 20 

1063 Kenilworth. By Sir Walter 

Scott, Bart. First half 20 

1063 Kenihvorth. By Sir Walter 

Scott, Bart. Second half — 20 

1064 Only the Governess. By Rosa 

Nouchette Carey 20 

1065 Herr Paulus: His Rise, His 

Greatness, and His Fall. By 
Walter Besant 20 

1066 My Husband and I. By Count 

Lyof Tolstoi 10 

1067 Saint Michael. By E. Werner. 

First half 20 

1067 Saint Michael. By E. Werner. 

Second half 20 

1068 Vendetta I or. The Story of One 

Forgotten. By Marie Corelli. 20 

1069 Polikouchka. By Count Lyof 

Tolstoi 10 

1070 A Life’s IMistake. By Mrs. H. 

Lovett Cameron 20 

1071 The Death of Ivan Iliitch. By 

Count Lyof Tolstoi 10 

1072 Only a Coral Girl. By Gertrude 

Forde 20 

1073 Two Generations. By Count 

Lyof Tolstoi 10 

1074 Stormy Waters. By Robert 

Buchanan 20 

1075 The Mystery of a Hansom Cab. 

By Fergus W, Hume 20 


1076 The I^Iystery of an Omnibus. 

By F. Du Boisgobey 20 

1077 The Nun’s Curse. By Mrs. J. 

H. Riddell 20 

1078 The Slaves of Paris — Blackmail 

By Emile Gaboriau. 1st half.. 20 

1078 The Slaves of Paris. — The 

Champdoce Secret. By Emile 
Gaboriau. 2d half 20 

1079 Beautiful Jim: of the Blank- 

shire Regiment. By John 
Strange Winter 20 

1080 Bertha’s Secret. By F. Du 

Boisgobey. 1st half 20 

1080 Bertha’s Secret. By F. Du 

Boisgobey. 2d half 20 

1081 Too Curious. By Edward J. 

Goodman 20 

1082 The Severed Hand. By F. Du 

Boisgobey. 1st half 20 

1082 The ^vered Hand. By F. Du 

Boisgobey. 2d half 20 

1083 The Little Old Man of the Bat- 

ignolles. By Emile Gaboriau 10 

1084 Chris. By W. E. Norris 20 

1085 The Matapan Affair. By F. Du 

Boisgobey. Ist half 20 

1085 The Matapan Affair. By F. Du 

Boisgobey. 2d half 20 

1086 Nora. By Carl Detlef 20 

1087 A Woman’s Face; or. A Lake- 

land Mystery. By F. Warden 20 

1088 The Old Age of Monsieur Le- 

coq. By F. Du Boisgobey. 1st 
half 20 

1088 The Old Age of Monsieur Le- 

coq. By F. Du Boisgobey. 2d 
half 20 

1089 Home Sounds. By E. Werner 20 

1090 The Cossacks. By Count Lyof 

Tolstoi 20 

1091 A Modern Cinderella. By Char- 

lotte M. Braeme 10 

1092 A Glorious Gallop. By Mrs. 

Edward Kennard 20 

1093 In the Schillingscourt. By E. 

Marlitt 20 

1094 Homo Sum. By George Ebers. 20 

1095 The Legacy of Cain. By Wilkie 

Collins 20 

1096 The Strange Adventures of a 

House-Boat. William Black 20 

1097 The Burgomaster’s Wife. By 

George Ebers 20 

1098 The Fatal Three. By Miss M. 

E. Braddon 20 

1099 The Lasses of Leverhouse. By 

Jessie Fothergill 20 

1100 Mr. Meeson’s Will. By H Rider 

Haggard 20 

1101 An ^yptian Princess. Vol. I. 

By George Ebers 20 

1101 An Egyptian Princess. Vol. II. 

By George Ebers 20 

1102 Young Mr. Barter’s Repent- 

ance. By David Christie Mur- 
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1103 The Honorable Mrs. Vereker. 

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1105 Maivva’s Revenge. By H. Rider 

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1106 The Emperor. By George 

Ebers 20 

1107 The Passenger from Scotland 

Yard. By H. F. Wood 20 

1108 Sebastopol. By Count Lyof 

Tolstoi 20 

1109 Through the Long Nights. By 

Mrs. E. Lynn Linton. 1st half 20 


1109 Through the Long Nights. By 

Mrs. E. Lynn Linton. 2d half 20 

1110 The Silverado Squatters. By 


Robert Louis Stevenson 10 

nil In the Counselor’s House. By 
E. Marlitt 20 

1112 Only a Word. By George 

Ebers 20 

1113 The Bailiff’s Maid. By E. Mar- 

litt 20 

1114 The Sisters. By George Ebers. 20 

1115 The Countess Gisela. By E. 

Marlitt 20 

1116 Robert Elsmere. By Mrs. Hum- 

phry Ward. 1st half 20 

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1117 Princess Sarah. By John S. 

Winter 10 

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Macdonald 20 

1119 No Name. By Wilkie Collins. 

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1121 Booties’ Children. By John 

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1122 Eve. By S. Baring-Gould 20 

1123 Under - Currents. By “The 

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1124 Diana Barrington. By B. M. 

Ci*ok0i* ^0 

1125 The Mvstery of a Turkish Bath. 

By “Rita” 10 

1126 Gentleman and Courtier. By 

Florence Marry at 20 

1127 Madam Midas. By Fergus W. 

Hume 20 

1128 Cousin Pons. By Honor6 De 

20 

1129 The Flying Dutchman ; or, The 

Death Ship. By W. Clark 
Russell 20 

1130 The Owl-House. By E. Marlitt 20 

1131 Thelma. By Marie Corelli. 

First half 20 

1131 Thelma. By Marie Corelli. 

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1132 In Far Lochaber. By William 

Black 20 

1133 Our New Mistress; or, Changes 

at Brookfield Earl. By Char- 
lotte M. Yonge 20 


1134 Lord Elesmere’s W'^ife. By 


Charlotte M. Braeme. 1st half 20 

1134 Lord Elesmere’s Wife. By 

Charlotte M. Braeme. 2d half 20 

1135 Aunt Diana. By Rosa Nou- 

chette Carey 20 

1136 The Princess of the Moor. By 

E. Marlitt 20 

1137 Prince Charming. By the au- 

thor of “ A Great Mistake ” . . 20 

1138 A Recoiling Vengeance. By 

Frank Barrett 20 

1139 Tom Brown at Oxford. By 

Thomas Hughes. Vol. I 20 

1139 Tom Brown at Oxford. By 

Thomas Hughes. Vol. II 20 

1140 Colonel Quaritch, V. C. By H. 

Rider Haggard 20 

1141 The Rogue. By W. E. Norris. 

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1141 I'he Rogue. By W. E. Norris. 

Second half 20 

1142 Ten Thousand a Year. By 

Samuel Warren. Part 1 20 

1142 Ten Thousand a Year. By 

Samuel Warren. Part 11 20 

1142 Ten Thousand a Year. By 

Samuel Warren. Part HI..'. 20 

1143 The Inner House. By Walter 

1144 Rienzi. By Sir E. Bulwer Lyt- 

ton. 1st half 20 

1144 Rienzi. By Sir E. Bulwer Lyt- 

ton. 2d half 20 

1145 My Fellow Laborer, and The 

Wreck of the “ Copeland.” 

By H. Rider Haggard 20 

1146 Rhoda Fleming. By George 

Meredith. 1st half. 20 

1146 Rhoda Fleming. By George 

Meredith. 2d half 20 

1147 Knight-Errant. ByEduaLyall. 

1st half 20 

1147 Knight-Errant. ByEdnaLyall. 

2d half 20 

1148 The Countess Eve. By J. H. 

Shorthouse 20 

1149 Donovan: A Modern English- 

man. By Edna Lyall. 1st half 20 

1149 Donovan : A Modern English- 
man. By Edna Lyall. 2d half 20 

1150 The Egoist. By Geoi'ge Mere- 

dith. 1st half 20 

1150 The Egoist. By George Mere- 

dith. 2d half 20 

1151 For Faith and Freedom. By 

Walter Besant. 1st half 20 

1151 For Faith and Freedom. By 

Walter Besant. 2d half 20 

1152 From the Earth to the Moon. 

By Jules Verne. Illustrated. 20 

1153 Round the Moon. By Jules 

Verne. Illustrated 20 

1154 A Judgment of God. By E. 

Werner 20 

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1126 Gentleman and Courtier. By 

Florence Marryat 20 

1127 Madam Midas. By Fergus W. 

Hume 20 

1128 Cousin Pons. By Honor6 De 

Balzac 20 

1129 The Flying Dutchman ; or. The 

Death Ship. By W. Clark 
Russell 20 

1130 The Owl-House. By E. Marlitt 20 

1131 Thelma. By Marie Corelli. 

First half 20 

1131 Thelma. By Marie Corelli. 

Second half 20 

1132 In Far Lochaber. By William 

Black 20 

1133 Our New Mistress; or, Changes 

at Brookfield Earl. By Char- 
lotte M. Yonge 20 


1134 Lord Elesmere’s Wife. By 
Charlotte M. Braeme. 1st half 20 

1134 Lord Elesmere’s Wife. By 

Charlotte M. Braeme. 2d half 20 

1135 Aunt Diana. By Rosa Nou- 


chette Carey 20 

1186 The Princess of the Moor. By 
E. Marlitt 20 

1137 Prince Charming. By the au- 

thor of “ A Great Mistake ”. . 20 

1138 A Recoiling Vengeance. By 

Frank Barrett 20 

1139 Tom Brown at Oxford. By 

Thomas Hughes. Vol. I 20 

1139 Tom Brown at Oxford. By 

Thomas Hughes. Vol. II — 20 

1140 Colonel Quaritch, V. C. By H. 

Rider Haggard 20 

1141 The Rogue. By W. E. Norris. 

First half 20 

1141 The Rogue. By W. E. Norris. 

Second half 20 

1142 Ten Thousand a Tear. By 

Samuel Warren. Part 1 20 


NO. PRICE. 

1142 Ten Thousand a Year. By 
Samuel Warren. Part II 20 

1142 Ten Thousand a Year. By 

Samuel Warren. Part HI. . . 20 

1143 The Inner House. By Walter 

Besant 20 

1144 Rienzi. By Sir E. Bulwer Lyt- 

ton. 1st half 20 

1144 Rienzi. By Sir E. Bulwer Lyt- 

ton. 2d half 20 

1145 My Fellow Laborer, and The 

Wreck of the “ Copeland.” 

By H. Rider Haggard 20 

1146 Rhoda Fleming. By George 

Meredith. 1st half.' 20 

1146 Rhoda Fleming. By George 

Meredith. 2d half 20 

1147 Knight-Errant. By EdnaLyall. 

1st half 20 

1147 Knight-Errant. By EdnaLyall. 

2d half 20 

1148 The Countess Eve. By J. H. 

Shorthouse 20 


1149 Donovan: A 3Ioderu English- 
man. By Edna Lyall. 1st half 20 

1149 Donovan : A Modem English- 
man. By Edna Lyall. 2d half 20 

1150 The Egoist. By George Mere- 
dith. 1st half 20 

1150 The Egoist. By George Mere- 

dith. 2d half 20 

1151 For Faith and Freedom. By 

Walter Besant. 1st half 20 

1151 For Faith and Freedom. By 

Walter Besant. 2d half 20 

1152 From the Earth to the Moon. 

By Jules Verne. Illustrated. 20 

1153 Round the Moon. By Jules 

Verne. Illustrated 20 

1154 A Judgment of God. By E. 

Werner 20 

1155 Lured Aw'ay; or. The Story of 

a "Wedding - Ring, and The 
Heiress of Arne. By Char- 
lotte M. Braeme 20 

1156 A Witch of the Hills. By Flor- 

ence Warden 20 

1157 A Two Years’ Vacation. Illus- 

trated. By Jules Verne 20 

1158 My Poor Dick. By J. S. Winter. 10 

1159 Mr. Fortescue. An Andean 

Romance. By Wm. Westall. 20 


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